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 the streets
go down! Never go down!
(Follow me up one time my man Poppy 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 check-casher on Tonka's and raw, I her
"Tell it on that, funny the money cuz the money 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 the bitch, and we had to move quick
Grab the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the
started the vehicle, drove a block or two
Looked in the rearview, noticed the boys in
Then I a u-turn, you could smell the rubber burn
I 'em like a wet bag of sherms (AHHH!)
Went Uptown, slowed down and 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 bags but at least I had it big (We came off!)
Ran up in the crib, shut the door, the sweat started
when I heard the sirens roarin
(Yo, fuck the sirens, son we came off, we
Any nigga come in we comin through, ah like...)

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

"Come out with your hands up! We you surrounded!"
it over 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 off shells
all out, backin the ATF down, 52 days, they Nicorette style
They got the sharpshooters out, on the project
It's 12 noon, the old lady yelled, "Don't shoot!"
I heard a shot, my heart stopped
Then my man dropped, I with the Glock
(Yo, the fuck?) And got timed by four cops
They me up, fucked me up, brought me to the precinct
feedin me all weekend, all I was doin was thinkin
I blew trial (Damn!) and they 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 take it 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 in my projects
Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of
In the hard times, niggas I know sell
used to snort dimes and do stick-ups dunn!

[Outro:
For real, that we all be starvin
Crime, that we all be starvin