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 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 check-casher on and raw, I told her
"Tell it on that, funny with the money cuz the money ain't
We got hostages, I'm ready 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
the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the whip
Jump the vehicle, drove a block or two
Looked in the rearview, noticed the boys in
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, then she (STOP! STOP! STOP!)
Up in front of 27th warrant, we ran up in the
Bid with two duffle bags but at I had it big (We came off!)
Ran up in the crib, shut the door, the sweat pourin
That's I heard the sirens roarin
(Yo, fuck the sirens, son we off, we blastin
Any come in here we comin through, ah like...)

[Chorus:
We do the same in my projects
Loungin, to Flex, just thinkin of crime
In the hard times, I know sell dimes
Some used to 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!"
my man in the eyes, we started bustin off shells
Goin all out, the ATF down, 52 days, they Nicorette style
They got the sharpshooters out, on the roof
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, what the fuck?) And got timed by four
They cuffed me up, me up, brought me to the precinct
feedin me all weekend, all I was doin was thinkin
I blew trial (Damn!) and they threw the at me and I'm still readin
You could the stories over and over in the hood
Got to live to regret, if I could it back I would
We planned to be this, we both dead
I hung it up cuz I couldn't my head
(Yo, these streets is son!)

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

Superb]
For real, without that we all be
Crime, without that we all be