Luyện nghe bài hát Crook 4 Life

Mr.
I'ma jump it off straight up
Pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's
Over there I see em
ta get him, who came wit him
Nigga in yo place
Dont know who sprayin tha
But I betcha betta move
'fore I get in tha mood and what? act a fool
Pass it you niggaz can't hold us
throwin these boulders
Dont act like nobody ain't ya
These came to uphold ya
Take of clicka nigga
Off of nigga
Outta my face or I will a nigga
Betta yet steel a
tha rippla
Rippin you hoes up in his face his flows
You a disgrace, one to the
Up in his place robbin his
Takin it all I'll be to ride
Dallas is bound to
Where did I turn bitch now it's our
homicide
Stakes are high though we're blowin,still smokin, still chiffin
Up in this we ain't tip toein
See tha dope and ima weed fiend
Finna bleed nigga
So yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might
Hit yo crib now where you live i'ma crook 4

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

Get for tha armageddon war
Betta load yo shit, get ready to die
niggaz'll creep and then crawl
Bustin at niggaz and breakin jaws
In paws a nigga, neva, betta load this I'm sick of this bullshit
Ammunition be 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face
Fake hazin shit and pistol grips, pastor pookie rip that bitch
Soljaz you neva have seen
On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay
Money that is, ass niggaz have nuthin to give
yo money and evictin yo bitch
Open yo get shot in yo ribs
Who in tha do you think that you are?
wit much as I blew up yo car
Leave yo all ripped and blown
Like k-roc that abatrois
Bodybags in front of yo
Blown out skulls and out feet
Ask me why did I kill that
My pitbull needed fuckin meat
Streets are no longer 4 kids
A nigga might 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 then at his ass
Stoneycrook are causin confusion
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 shit
Sippin down shit
But tha trill
Bust ya real
a nigga wanna squish it
Stay on my grind so I spend shit
So wha's the bitch
drill shit
Til you feel
But focus I'll still
Workin I'm a kids
Niggaz fallin down like a nigga did
Grab my weed cause I quick
And tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke
I'm green, nigga love to choke
by a newport
Cloud 9, high and a crooked
Reached in my wit tha low spoke
Glock tote, no
Crook loch on my chest, tha rest
Done seen tha best, finna
Tryin to jest mess
When by paramedics
Cops sayin tha press
my issued blues
And dues to tha crews
Actin wit tha stoneycrook
time a nigga looked
Then played by tha
Young life got took as tha body
I'm the king you tha rookie know the bait
That the pen
Cause you a mark bitch that's a fact
Never see a crook actin that
We'll get down on
Work our mind, make our money, a track
Dallas got bread by the
in pallas, bourbons, jeeps on sweet killaz so we gotta go
Neva once a hoe
pull a kick doe
Fuck a or a foe
a nigga die slow
Trail the logo
That a nigga fo
Sho fo
Even a blo fo
To my never say no
Only thing you mo
Cause i'ma crook 4 life ,

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