Luyện nghe bài hát There's Been A Murder

Think been a murder
Oh yeah, I think been a
I think there's a
Think been a murder
Oh yeah, think there's 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 money but all the emotions goin' us
Why we don't cry when niggaz die? That's how the street 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, findin' ourself in the eyes of strangers

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

Think 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 been a

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

Eat 'til the gone, they placed me on this earth
The brother of rich poor though, separated 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 come up with us
Ain't enough bucks for us to in this shit
Plus nobody lovin' us and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, is dead, and

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

See my life is like a
And until I move this weight gon' keep me to the floor
with me through my deep 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, 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 this time tryin' to give me
Lord help me, all I ever 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 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