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 like 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 and raw, I told her
"Tell it on that, funny the money 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!"
Then he shot the bitch, and we had to quick
Grab the cash money and foodstamps and towards the whip
Jump started the vehicle, drove a or two
Looked in the rearview, noticed the boys in
Then I bust a u-turn, you could 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 of 27th 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
when I heard the sirens roarin
(Yo, fuck the sirens, son we off, we blastin
Any nigga in here we comin through, ah like...)

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

"Come out with your up! We have you surrounded!"
Heard it over boom-horn, one officer
I said, "This is it son, is you it? See you in Hell!"
Looked my man in the eyes, we bustin off shells
Goin all out, backin the ATF down, 52 days, they Nicorette
They got the sharpshooters out, on the project
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 the Glock
(Yo, what the fuck?) And got by four cops
They cuffed me up, fucked me up, brought me to the
Ain't feedin me all weekend, all I was was thinkin
I blew trial (Damn!) and they the book at me and I'm still readin
You hear the stories over 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 hold my head
(Yo, these streets is son!)

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

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