Luyện nghe bài hát There's Been A Murder

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

I hustle from, night to mornin', dawn to
Kidnap and like you goin' with us
I held round table meetings so we could go on and
Not only money but all the 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, pour it to the
We live dangerous, often findin' ourself in the eyes of

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

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

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

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

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

See my is like a see-saw
And until I move this weight it's gon' me to the floor
Travel with me 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 this reckless
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, minus all time they tryin' to give me
Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was or
to tell me that they felt me
I tried to play the hand you me
But you me five funnies an' shit
I was I need menage money
Nothin less than a 520, and with that
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, is

I think there's been a