Luyện nghe bài hát It Has Been Said

It has been, it has been, it has been, it has

It has been that there has been known to be bloodshed
Over bread, men who have bled to death,
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite,
Money power respect, street cred,

It's scary, ain't it? yourself goin' out as a hero
Picture mural pictures of us all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, we meet the coroners
Notorious to warn us

We watched, so many backed off of
Biggie's and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap
in fact, it's so sad to see us re-enact
These events, which lead us back

To where we left off on March 9th to come such hard knock lifes
And it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights
And, they're on us this is our lives
Thrust out for all eyes to cast us to see who can last the longest

And he who lasts the longest, must be the
In this jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
It's origin, which is usually originated from who starvin'
Or it just be somebody's horror that just horrifies

And applies to his or the sizes
In his entourage, that the people
To the that you know that he's gangster
He ain't say shit, you just believe it

Since B.I.G. us niggaz to think big
I'm been my business since then, so anxious
It how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, chills through my skin

Vicious, I'm experiencin' the sights as him
It's excited Obie to write these poems
Rollin', goin' through the same shit he
Open up my eyes, so there's no limit in them

'When Ready To Die' was a part of my life
Palmin' that forty-five, to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times
Got me to walk a straight and get up on my grind

Get up out the system, who could give him signs?
No pop of mine top Big Poppa rhymes
So, possibly I'd be popular,
That's the I got from my nigga B.I.

I him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind
Enter the most phenomenal artist of any and all
I made a Frankenstein, my impressed
and press, who said my house was a mess

Critics lashed, said I a fortune off of his passin'
All I did was a dynasty, off of his passion
And I'm addressin' the absent to who he is
The king of New York, Christopher Wallace

This is a promise on honor, I'm a father T'Yanna
And teach her that with all the drama, don't bother
On repeat, all of your albums play back to
And I visit your grave our friendship's intact

An immaculate concept, progress
wounds left in my heart, I'm yellin', "God bless"
Regardless to yellin' that East, West
I seen the losin', I'm just pressin' the reset

And when the resurrection of you through an individual
Lyrical enough to wear the crown of thorns literally
pay homage, Brooklyn's finest
Whether it's Queens or Harlem, be instant stardom, nigga