Luyện nghe bài hát There's Been A Murder

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

I hustle from, to mornin', dawn to dusk
Kidnap and like you goin' with us
I held round table meetings so we go on and discuss
Not only money but all the goin' through us
Why we cry when niggaz die? That's how the street raised him
Look in the air, say a prayer God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the
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 I'm goin' over your head a lil' 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 that said
Back to Shawn the hustler, Jay-Z is dead

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

My with autos led to autos gettin' sprayed
Houses gettin' broken in, gettin' trayed
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 Jay-Z was
I was gettin' my loot on, nigga I'm too

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, quiet like a muffler
Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that us
Learn why we buck at the guys that come up us
enough bucks for us to split in this shit
Plus ain't nobody us and with that said
Back to Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and

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

See my is like a see-saw
And I move this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor
Travel with me my deep thoughts
Y'all can't Jigga 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', cops and robbers, like shots stop us
Flippin' a to the choppers, buck thirty on the turns

Reckless abandon, when I'm on this pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this they tryin' to give me
Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was or
Somebody to me that they felt me
I tried to play the hand you me
But you me five funnies an' shit
I was hungry I menage money
Nothin less than a 520, and with that
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, is

I think been a murder