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
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 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 with the money cuz the ain't yours
We got twenty hostages, I'm 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 quick
the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the whip
Jump started the vehicle, drove a or two
Looked in the rearview, the boys in blue
Then I bust a u-turn, you smell the rubber burn
I 'em like a wet bag of sherms (AHHH!)
Went Uptown, down and made a left at the light
Started flowin, unboared, she lept (STOP! STOP! STOP!)
Up in front of warrant, we ran up in the buildin
Bid with two duffle bags but at least I had it big (We 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 nigga in here we comin through, ah like...)

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

"Come out with your hands up! We you surrounded!"
Heard it boom-horn, one officer shouted
I said, "This is it son, is you it? See you in Hell!"
Looked my man in the eyes, we started bustin off
all out, backin the ATF down, 52 days, they Nicorette style
They got the out, on the project roof
12 o'clock noon, the old lady yelled, "Don't shoot!"
Then I heard a shot, my stopped
Then my man dropped, I fucked the Glock
(Yo, what the fuck?) And got by four cops
They cuffed me up, fucked me up, me to the precinct
Ain't feedin me all weekend, all I was doin was
I trial (Damn!) and they threw the book at me and I'm still readin
You could hear the stories over and in the hood
Got to live to regret, if I take it back I would
We to be like this, we both dead
I hung it up cuz I couldn't 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 sell
Some used to snort dimes and do dunn!

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