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) live the streets
go down! Never 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 action, it was June first, me and my Co' we ran up
On a on Tonka's and raw, I told her
"Tell it on that, funny the money cuz the money ain't yours
We got hostages, I'm ready to die for this!"
Squig said, "She movin too slow, I'm to pop this bitch!"
Then he shot the bitch, and we had to move
the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the whip
Jump started the vehicle, a block or two
in the rearview, noticed the boys in blue
Then I a u-turn, you could smell the rubber burn
I dusted 'em like a wet bag of (AHHH!)
Went Uptown, slowed down and made a 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 bags but at least I had it big (We came off!)
Ran up in the crib, shut the door, the started pourin
That's I heard the sirens roarin
(Yo, fuck the sirens, son we came off, we
Any nigga come in here we through, ah like...)

Superb]
We do the shit in my projects
Loungin, to Flex, just thinkin of crime
In the hard times, niggas I know dimes
used to snort dimes and do robberies

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

[Chorus 2:
We do the same in my projects
Loungin, to Flex, just thinkin of crime
In the hard times, niggas I know dimes
Some used to dimes and do stick-ups dunn!

[Outro:
For real, without we all be starvin
Crime, without that we all be