Luyện nghe bài hát Criminal

Monday predict the storm
Tuesday predict the bang
Wednesday they the crash
And I can see it's all cash
And they got the nerve to hunt my ass
And treat me a criminal

Look, it is what it is of what it was
I did what I did 'cause it does what it
I don't put nothin' what I am, what I love
My family, my blood, my city and my

Hater for the greater good, I'm from Hollywood
And I ain't changed a lick, though I know I probably
But, I'm doin' is not a good look
I never did it by the good book as a lifetime

All the petty took a toll on me
I look around at my that's gettin' old on me
But still somethin' gotta on me, maybe it's faith
If it's comin', yo I'm willing to

I'm not runnin', I ran through the muck
I done and such
I done robbed an odd job and gambled
Till I'm put up in handcuffs and in a cup
If there's a God I don't if he listenin' or what?

Monday predict the storm
they predict the bang
Wednesday they the crash
And I can see it's all cash
And they got the nerve to hunt my ass
And treat me like a

Yeah, it is it is and that's how it go
Get treated like a criminal if crime is all you
Get get greeted like a if the nigga is all you show
A public enemy to a eye in the scope

My like a island where you can't find a boat
Have you wishin' for a raft and prayin that flows
Some will
Who lookin' for a and some real strong rope

to end it all here, screamin', "Fuck the mayor"
He see the faces at the bottom of the
They act like I'm somethin' to fear in urban warfare
Pullin' triggers at a career

ignore the call of the wild that's drawin' 'em near
Try to make fast money last long, some
Try to it off still couldn't lose the tears
To the rules, I will not adhere, the law, yeah

Monday they the storm
they predict the bang
Wednesday they cover the
And I can see it's all cash
And they got the nerve to down my ass
And treat me like a

Who wanna challenge mine? I'm of St. Valentine
I did the violent crimes why I got this style of rhyme
Seek repentance to spittin sentences to senseless
Experience is the difference, you can't this

In a sense, niggas is infants
I'm like a senior citizen, livin' but gettin' benefits
Put emphasis on hittin' my nemesis in percentages
ass cops is the reason for my belligerence

And it gets than that
Remember I used to sleep wit a gat
a package of crack under my sneaker strap
D's sneak attack and raid me, it took a for that

Beat the rat, but sayin', "Look, he think he the mack"
Fuck ya'll, who thinkin' they might try us
Watch us inside riots, blue cars and light
We been knocked, scrutinized

Plus, cops rush to us
polluted by lust, who could I trust?
If I can't trust you, I might touch you
If I got love for you then fuck you

they predict the storm
Tuesday they predict the
Wednesday they cover the
And I can see it's all about
And they got the nerve to down my ass
And treat me a criminal

Monday they predict the
Tuesday they the bang
Wednesday they the crash
And I can see all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt my ass
And treat me a criminal