Luyện nghe bài hát Crook 4 Life

Mr.
jump it off straight up rippin
Pop my clip in best to tha nigga dat's trippin
Over think I see em
Finna ta get him, who wit him
stay in yo place
Dont know who tha mase
But I betcha motherfuckers betta
'fore I get in tha and what? straight act a fool
Pass it fool you niggaz hold us
Continuous these boulders
Dont act nobody ain't told ya
These crooks to uphold ya
notice of clicka nigga
Off of audelia
Outta my face or I will a nigga
yet steel a nigga
Feel tha
Rippin you hoes up in his crushin his flows
You a disgrace, one to the
Up in his place his home
Takin it all I'll be down to
is bound to rise
Where did I bitch now it's our time
Lyrical
Stakes are high though we're still blowin,still smokin, still
Up in this game we ain't tip
See tha dope blow and ima weed
bleed steam nigga
So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus
Hit yo crib now where you live i'ma 4 life

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Lay it down crook 4 life
If u feel it you ball wit me
Lay it down i'ma 4 life
You wanna fuck wit me

Get for tha armageddon war
Betta load yo shit, get ready to die
Stoneycrook niggaz'll creep and then
Bustin at niggaz and breakin they
In paws a nigga, neva, betta load glock I'm sick of this bullshit
be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face
Fake hazin shit and grips, pastor pookie nigga rip that bitch
Soljaz you neva have seen
On tha we all mug mean, my team stay green
Money that is, crooked ass niggaz nuthin to give
Takin yo money and evictin yo
yo mouth get shot in yo ribs
Who in tha fuck do you think you are?
Fuckin wit much as I up yo car
yo body all ripped and blown
Like k-roc hittin that
Bodybags in front of yo
Blown out and burnt out feet
Ask me why did I that bitch
My pitbull needed some meat
Streets are no longer safe 4
A nigga might flip and cut out yo
Enter tha devious thoughts of niggaz stoneycrook
That's how we live - torture his ass, his ass
Rip out his heart laugh at his ass
Stoneycrook niggaz are causin
And at niggaz we goin at

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[mr.
Awww now it's on
throwed in the zone
Get cha ready for the real
Sippin pill shit
But tha shit
Bust ya quick
When a wanna squish it
on my grind so I don't spend shit
So wha's the bitch
drill shit
Til you shit
But focus still spend
Workin I'm a kill
Niggaz fallin down a nigga did shit
my weed cause I feel quick
And tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke
I'm into green, love to choke
Followed by a
9, high and a crooked flow
Reached in my wit tha low spoke
tote, no joke
Crook loch on my chest, tha rest
Done tha best, finna test
Tryin to mess around
surrounded by paramedics
Cops tha press release
Addressed my blues
And dues to tha crews
Actin fools wit tha
Last time a nigga
played by tha book
Young life got took as tha shook
Bitch I'm the king you tha rookie know the
the pen create
Cause you a mark bitch that's a fact
Never see a crook like that
We'll get on stacks
Work our mind, make our money, make a
got bread by the stacks
Ballers in pallas, bourbons, on sweet killaz so we gotta go
Neva been a hoe
Finsta pull a doe
a friend or a foe
Make a die slow
trail the logo
That a nigga fo
Sho fo
Even a blo fo
To my brotha say no
Only thing you mo
Cause i'ma crook 4 , diabolical

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