Luyện nghe bài hát There's Been A Murder

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

I from, night to mornin', dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like you with us
I round table meetings so we could go on and discuss
Not money 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, 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 through the eyes of a nigga 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' your head a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm known as now
Jay motherfuckin' Z, and with that
to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead

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

My infatuation with autos led to autos sprayed
gettin' 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 Vuitton seat, gone
cheap, my face is like a coupon
I do Shawn, 'cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm
I was gettin' my loot on, I'm too strong

Eat 'til the gone, they placed me on this earth
The twin brother of poor though, separated at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, noise like a muffler
with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
Learn why we buck at the guys that come up us
Ain't enough bucks for us to in this shit
Plus ain't lovin' us and with that said
to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and

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

See my is like a see-saw
And until I move this weight it's keep me to the floor
Travel me through my deep thoughts
Y'all learn 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, driver
Playin', cops and robbers, like can't stop us
a bird to the choppers, buck thirty on the turns

Reckless abandon, when I'm on this pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin' to me
Lord me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or
Somebody to tell me that felt me
I tried to the hand you dealt me
But you gave me five an' shit
I was hungry I need menage
less than a 520, and with that said
Back to Shawn the hustler, Jay-Z is

I there's been a murder