Luyện nghe bài hát Crime Stories

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Twent-five years in the state
Tried to off the biggest crime of the century
Pulled out the ten-side nine
Went out to rob, sticking up
Never had a job you gonna for ya
Major escape but a saw ya
You got it control, you rock and roll
is in your soul, you go on for the goal
Comin' home late with your trigger aching
Got in the beef for buckwilds (?) they making
Drivin' fast, I can lay in the
Caught a kilo, now explain!

[Chorus (LL J)]
do the crime, if you can't do the time (Crime Stories!)
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the
do the crime, if you can't do the time
Don't do the crime, if you do the time
do it!

[Verse
Uzi's, nines, forty-fives and
on the brain, gold chains and jacks
Hitman for hire, big
In fact he got cause the eye-contact
Bought a .38 so now he's a wanna-be
on, baby, I eat steak and lobster
I got a Mercedes-Benz, I be as double-(?) as your
But what about the hidden lens?
Cortex-style, but you're countin' money
Then the brothers who diss think they sooo
They took - you thought you was nice
But now pay the - they put you on ice!

[Chorus (LL J)]
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the (Crime Stories!)

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[Verse
Guilty! You get paid for
I get paid to rhyme on and in my mind
I see I might have to find a harder groove
I got a smarter
No crime no time, now that's
Who wants to a cell and waste time as well
I'd much be L than in hell
Cause I might go and stick up sell
And end up like them with dry smell
I'd much rather earn and get mines
Make up stacks and cracks and write def
He cuts so quick and I'm as a knife
I got to rock, 25 to life!

[Chorus (LL J)]
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the (Crime Stories!)
do the crime, if you can't do the time
Don't do the crime, if you do the time
do the crime, if you can't do the time
do it!

[Verse
Cut-throat killer, of the fact he kills
He got in the beef, he said back to chill
Pulled out the gun, the started to run
BOOM! (?) boy is done!
Went braggin', yeah boy I dit it, I admit it
The description of the - I fit it
If the wanna catch me, they better come with it
I shot the and homeboy bit it
a (?), I put a pounder
I'm fond o' kill or be killed, as my pockets get rounder
I'm on my own, I'm alone, and I for me
Caught a pistol -1-2-3