Luyện nghe bài hát Crook 4 Life

Mr.
jump it off straight up rippin
Pop my in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin
there think I see em
Finna ta get him, who wit him
stay in yo place
Dont know who sprayin tha
But I betcha motherfuckers betta
'fore I get in tha mood and what? straight act a
Pass it you niggaz can't hold us
Continuous throwin these
Dont act like nobody told ya
These crooks came to ya
Take of clicka nigga
Off of audelia
Outta my face or I will a nigga
Betta yet steel a
Feel tha
Rippin you hoes up in his crushin his flows
You a disgrace, one to the
Up in his robbin his home
Takin it all be down to ride
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 tip toein
See tha blow and ima weed fiend
Finna steam nigga
So keep yo on the night, cause I jus might
Hit yo crib now where you live crook 4 life

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

Get ready for tha war
Betta yo shit, get ready to die bitch
niggaz'll creep and then crawl
Bustin at niggaz and breakin jaws
In a nigga, neva, betta 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 neva have
On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay
Money is, crooked ass niggaz have nuthin to give
yo money and evictin yo bitch
Open yo mouth get shot in yo
Who in tha fuck do you think that you
Fuckin wit much as I up yo car
yo body all ripped and blown
Like k-roc hittin that
Bodybags in of yo street
Blown out and burnt out feet
Ask me why did I kill that
My needed some fuckin meat
are no longer safe 4 kids
A nigga flip and cut out yo ribs
Enter tha devious thoughts of niggaz from
how we live - torture his ass, strangle his ass
Rip out his heart laugh at his ass
Stoneycrook niggaz are causin
And at niggaz we goin at

Chorus

[mr.
Awww shit now on
Nigga in the zone
Get cha for the real shit
Sippin down shit
But tha trill
ya real quick
When a nigga wanna it
on my grind so I don't spend shit
So wha's the deal
Gotta shit
Til you feel
But focus I'll still
Workin I'm a kids
Niggaz fallin down like a did shit
Grab my weed I feel quick
And tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke
I'm into green, nigga to choke
Followed by a
Cloud 9, and a crooked flow
in my jeans wit tha low spoke
Glock tote, no
Crook loch on my chest, tha rest
Done seen tha best, test
Tryin to jest around
When surrounded by
Cops sayin tha press
Addressed my blues
And payin dues to tha
Actin wit tha stoneycrook
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 actin like
get down on stacks
Work our mind, make our money, a track
Dallas got by the stacks
Ballers in pallas, bourbons, jeeps on sweet so we gotta go
Neva once a hoe
pull a kick doe
Fuck a or a foe
Make a nigga die
Trail the logo
a nigga flow fo
Sho fo
Even a blo fo
To my never say no
Only thing you mo
Cause i'ma 4 life , diabolical

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