Luyện nghe bài hát Crime Story

[Intro: (Shyheim)]
Yo.. yo, yo, yo, yo
(Crime Story, the title, I get it however, whenever)
All my know (whoever, wherever) They live the streets
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 Tonka's and raw, I her
"Tell it on that, funny with the money cuz the money yours
We got hostages, I'm ready to die for this!"
said, "She movin too slow, I'm ready to pop this bitch!"
Then he shot the bitch, and we had to move
Grab the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the
Jump started the vehicle, drove a or two
Looked in the rearview, noticed the boys in
Then I bust a u-turn, you could smell the burn
I dusted 'em a wet bag of sherms (AHHH!)
Uptown, slowed down and made a left at the light
Started flowin, unboared, she lept (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 when I heard the sirens
(Yo, fuck the sirens, son we off, we blastin
Any come in here we comin through, ah like...)

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

"Come out your hands up! We have you surrounded!"
Heard it boom-horn, one officer shouted
I said, "This is it son, is you it? See you in Hell!"
my man in the eyes, we started bustin off shells
Goin all out, backin the ATF down, 52 days, Nicorette style
They got the sharpshooters out, on the roof
It's 12 o'clock noon, the old yelled, "Don't shoot!"
Then I heard a shot, my heart
Then my man dropped, I fucked with the
(Yo, the fuck?) And got timed by four cops
They cuffed me up, fucked me up, me to the precinct
Ain't feedin me all weekend, all I was was thinkin
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 take it back I would
We planned to be like this, we both
I hung it up cuz I couldn't my head
(Yo, these is terrible son!)

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

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