Luyện nghe bài hát There's Been A Murder

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

I hustle from, night to mornin', to dusk
Kidnap and like you goin' with us
I held round table meetings so we could go on and
Not only money but all the emotions 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, it, tap it twice, pour 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 seen
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 know I changed when I roam through town
Stay and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay Z, and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, is dead

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

My infatuation with autos led to autos sprayed
Houses broken in, quarters gettin' trayed
Bricks gettin' chopped, mom's pots used
One thrown in that water, try the soda in too
Expensive shoes worn, Louis seat, roof gone
cheap, my face is like a coupon
I gotta do Shawn, 'cause even when 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 of rich poor though, separated at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, noise like a muffler
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 bucks for us to split in 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 been a
I think there's a
Think there's a murder
Oh yeah, think there's a
I think been a

See my life is like a
And until I move this weight it's gon' me to the floor
with me through my deep thoughts
Y'all can't learn Jigga by the 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', and robbers, like shots can't stop us
Flippin' a bird to the choppers, thirty on the turns

Reckless abandon, when I'm standin on pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this time 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 you dealt me
But you gave me five an' shit
I was hungry I need menage
Nothin less than a 520, and with that
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, is

I think been a murder