Luyện nghe bài hát Crime Story

[Intro: (Shyheim)]
Yo.. yo, yo, yo, yo
(Crime Story, the title, I get it however, whenever)
All my niggas know (whoever, wherever) They live the
Never go down! go down!
(Follow me up one time like my man Da, you know?)
I'm wit you son! I'm wit you!

(Superb)]
Time for some action, it was first, me and my Co' we ran up
On a check-casher on and raw, I told her
"Tell it on that, funny with the cuz the money ain't yours
We got twenty hostages, I'm to die for this!"
Squig said, "She movin too slow, I'm ready to pop bitch!"
he shot the bitch, and we had to move quick
Grab the cash money and and jetted towards the whip
Jump started the vehicle, a block or two
Looked in the rearview, noticed the boys in
Then I bust a u-turn, you could smell the burn
I 'em like a wet bag of sherms (AHHH!)
Went Uptown, slowed and made a left at the light
Started flowin, unboared, then she (STOP! STOP! STOP!)
Up in of 27th warrant, we ran up in the buildin
Bid with two duffle bags but at I had it big (We came off!)
Ran up in the crib, shut the door, the sweat started
That's I heard the sirens roarin
(Yo, the sirens, son we came off, we blastin
Any nigga come in here we through, ah like...)

[Chorus:
We do the shit in my projects
Loungin, listenin to Flex, just of crime
In the hard times, niggas I sell dimes
Some to snort dimes and do robberies

"Come out with your up! We have you surrounded!"
Heard it over boom-horn, one officer
I said, "This is it son, is you it? See you in Hell!"
Looked my man in the eyes, we started bustin off
Goin all out, the ATF down, 52 days, they Nicorette style
got the sharpshooters out, on the project roof
It's 12 o'clock noon, the old yelled, "Don't shoot!"
Then I a shot, my heart stopped
my man dropped, I fucked with the Glock
(Yo, the fuck?) And got timed by four cops
They cuffed me up, me up, brought me to the precinct
Ain't feedin me all weekend, all I was doin was
I blew trial (Damn!) and threw the book at me and I'm still readin
You could hear the stories and over in the hood
Got to live to regret, if I could it back I would
We planned to be this, we both dead
I hung it up cuz I couldn't hold my
(Yo, streets is terrible son!)

[Chorus 2:
We do the shit in my projects
Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of
In the hard times, niggas I know sell
Some used to snort dimes and do dunn!

Superb]
For real, without that we all be
Crime, that we all be starvin