Luyện nghe bài hát There's Been A Murder

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

I hustle from, night to mornin', dawn to
Kidnap and robberies you goin' with us
I held round table so we could go on and discuss
Not only but all the emotions goin' through us
Why we cry when niggaz die? That's 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 live dangerous, often ourself 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 shit
to live action, I'm packin', I'm still in the mix
Like new hits, I think I'm goin' over your a lil' bit
But I let you I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm known as now
Jay motherfuckin' Z, and that said
to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead

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

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

Eat the food's gone, they placed me on this earth
The brother of rich poor though, separated at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, quiet like a muffler
with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
Learn why we buck at the 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 Carter the hustler, is dead, and

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

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

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

I think there's a murder