Luyện nghe bài hát There's Been A Murder

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

I hustle from, night to mornin', dawn to
Kidnap and like you goin' with us
I round 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 die? how the street raised him
in the air, say a prayer hopin' God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, it to the pavement
We dangerous, often findin' ourself in the eyes of strangers

My is big and in it my team 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 over your 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 with said
Back to Shawn the hustler, Jay-Z is dead

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

My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin'
Houses gettin' broken in, gettin' trayed
Bricks chopped, mom's pots gettin' 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 when Jay-Z was lukewarm
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, separated at
I got the soul of a hustler, quiet like a muffler
Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that us
why we buck at the guys that come up with us
Ain't enough for us to split in this shit
Plus ain't nobody lovin' us and with that
Back to Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and

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

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

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

I think been a murder