Luyện nghe bài hát Crook 4 Life

Mr.
I'ma it off straight up rippin
Pop my in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin
Over there I see em
ta get him, who came wit him
Nigga in yo place
Dont know who tha mase
But I betcha motherfuckers betta
'fore I get in tha mood and what? act a fool
Pass it fool you niggaz can't us
throwin these boulders
Dont act nobody ain't told ya
These crooks came to ya
Take notice of nigga
Off of audelia
Outta my face or I kill a nigga
yet steel a nigga
Feel tha
Rippin you up in his face crushin his flows
You a disgrace, one to the
Up in his place his home
it all I'll be down to ride
Dallas is bound to
Where did I bitch now it's our time
homicide
Stakes are high though we're still blowin,still smokin, chiffin
Up in this game we tip toein
See tha blow and ima weed fiend
Finna bleed steam
So keep yo eyes on the night, I jus might
Hit yo crib now where you live i'ma 4 life

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Lay it down i'ma crook 4
If u it will you ball wit me
Lay it i'ma crook 4 life
You don't wanna wit me

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

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[mr.
Awww now it's on
Nigga in the zone
Get cha ready for the shit
Sippin down shit
But tha trill
Bust ya real
a nigga wanna squish it
Stay on my grind so I spend shit
So the deal bitch
drill shit
Til you feel
But focus I'll spend
I'm a kill kids
Niggaz fallin down like a nigga did
my weed cause I feel quick
And i'ma it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke
I'm green, nigga love to choke
Followed by a
Cloud 9, and a crooked flow
Reached in my jeans wit tha low
Glock tote, no
Crook loch on my chest, tha rest
seen tha best, finna test
Tryin to jest mess
When surrounded by
sayin tha press release
Addressed my blues
And payin to tha crews
fools wit tha stoneycrook
Last a nigga looked
Then played by tha
Young life got took as tha body
Bitch I'm the king you tha rookie know the
the pen create
Cause you a mark bitch that's a born
Never see a crook actin like
get down on stacks
Work our mind, our money, make a track
Dallas got by the stacks
Ballers in pallas, bourbons, jeeps on killaz so we gotta go
Neva been a hoe
Finsta a kick doe
a friend or a foe
Make a nigga die
Trail the logo
That a flow fo
Sho fo
Even a blo fo
To my never say no
Only thing you mo
Cause crook 4 life , diabolical

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