Luyện nghe bài hát There's Been A Murder

Think there's a murder
Oh yeah, I there's been a
I think been a
there's been a murder
Oh yeah, there's been a
I think been a

I hustle from, night to mornin', to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like you with us
I held round table meetings so we go on and discuss
Not only but all the emotions goin' through us
Why we don't cry when niggaz That's how the street raised him
Look in the air, say a prayer hopin' God him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the
We live dangerous, often findin' ourself in the of strangers

My dream is big and in it my is rich
As seen through the of a nigga who ain't seen shit
Back to live action, I'm packin', I'm in the mix
Like new hits, I think I'm goin' over head a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through
free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay motherfuckin' Z, and that said
Back to Shawn the hustler, Jay-Z is dead

Think there's a murder
Oh yeah, I think been a
I think been a
Think been a murder
Oh yeah, think been a
I think been a

My infatuation with autos led to gettin' sprayed
Houses gettin' in, quarters gettin' trayed
Bricks chopped, mom's pots gettin' used
One in that water, try the soda in there too
Expensive shoes worn, Louis seat, roof gone
cheap, my face is like a coupon
I gotta do Shawn, 'cause even when Jay-Z was
I was gettin' my loot on, I'm too strong

Eat 'til the food's gone, they me on this earth
The twin brother of rich poor though, at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a
Fuck with us, through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
Learn why we buck at the guys that up with us
enough bucks for us to split in this shit
Plus ain't lovin' us and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, is dead, and

there's been a murder
Oh yeah, I think been a
I there's been a
there's been a murder
Oh yeah, think been a
I think there's a

See my life is like a
And until I move this it's gon' keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my thoughts
Y'all can't learn Jigga by the shit be readin' in The Source
It's deeper of course, follow the life of this minor
At 16 in the 600, unlicensed
Playin', and robbers, like shots can't stop us
a bird to the choppers, buck thirty on the turns

Reckless abandon, when I'm standin on pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this time tryin' to give me
Lord me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or
Somebody to tell me that felt me
I to play the hand you dealt me
But you gave me five funnies an'
I was I need menage money
Nothin less than a 520, and with that
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, is

I there's been a murder