Luyện nghe bài hát There's Been A Murder

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

I hustle from, night to mornin', dawn to
Kidnap and robberies like you goin' us
I held round table meetings so we could go on and
Not only money but all the emotions goin' us
Why we don't cry when niggaz die? That's how the street him
in the air, say a prayer hopin' God forgave him
Cop liquor, it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
We live dangerous, often findin' ourself in the of strangers

My is big and in it my team is rich
As seen through the eyes of a nigga who seen shit
Back to live action, I'm packin', I'm in the mix
Like new hits, I think I'm goin' your head a lil' bit
But I let you know I names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm known as now
Jay motherfuckin' Z, and with that
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is

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

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

Eat 'til the food's gone, they placed me on this
The brother 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
Learn why we buck at the guys come up with us
Ain't enough bucks for us to split in this
Plus ain't lovin' us and with that said
Back to Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and

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

See my life is like a
And until I this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor
with me through my deep thoughts
Y'all can't learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin' in The
It's of course, follow the life of this reckless minor
At 16 in the 600, driver
Playin', cops and robbers, like shots can't us
Flippin' a bird to the choppers, buck on the turns

abandon, when I'm standin on this pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this they tryin' to give 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 me five funnies 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