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 like my man Poppy 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 on Tonka's and raw, I told her
"Tell it on that, funny with the cuz the money ain't yours
We got hostages, I'm ready to die for this!"
Squig said, "She too slow, I'm ready to pop this bitch!"
he shot the bitch, and we had to move quick
Grab the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the
Jump started the vehicle, a block or two
in the rearview, noticed the boys in blue
Then I bust a u-turn, you smell the rubber burn
I dusted 'em a wet bag of sherms (AHHH!)
Uptown, slowed down and made a left at the light
Started flowin, unboared, then she (STOP! STOP! STOP!)
Up in front of 27th warrant, we ran up in the
Bid with two duffle bags but at least I had it big (We 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 we comin through, ah like...)

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

"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
Goin all out, backin the ATF down, 52 days, 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 with the
(Yo, what the fuck?) And got timed by four
They me up, fucked me up, brought me to the precinct
Ain't feedin me all weekend, all I was was thinkin
I blew (Damn!) and they threw the book at me and I'm still readin
You could hear the stories over and over in the
Got to live to regret, if I could take it I would
We planned to be like this, we both
I it up cuz I couldn't hold my head
(Yo, these is terrible son!)

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

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