Luyện nghe bài hát There's Been A Murder

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

I hustle from, to mornin', dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like you goin' us
I held table meetings so we could 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 God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the
We live dangerous, often findin' in the eyes of strangers

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

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

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

Eat 'til the food's gone, they placed me on earth
The twin of rich poor though, separated at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a
Fuck with us, walk the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
why we buck at the guys that come up with us
Ain't enough for us to split in this shit
Plus nobody lovin' us and with that said
Back to Shawn the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and

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

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

abandon, when I'm standin on this pedal
Hand on my metal, all this time they tryin' to give me
Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was or
Somebody to tell me they felt me
I tried to the hand you dealt me
But you gave me five funnies an'
I was hungry I need menage
Nothin less than a 520, and that said
Back to Shawn the hustler, Jay-Z is

I think there's been a