Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (b.o.n.e. Crusher Mix)

In the Chi kill or be killed hussle or die
You gotsta take the pie didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on

My mind's on that wishin' upon a caper
I need to stack now I will pay for my sins
When I'm living greater, the mind of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, Feds everyday

See me load the AK, 'em run when we spray
Get the up out my way and for pray that this pistol play
when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, you and your life

in my mob is too suave
We hundred G cars, in it like the world is ours
Don't disrespect or get your chest split like
In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid bars

But so hard to make cheese especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See mobstability is for niggas nothing to lose
psycho from this drama you go through paying dues

I get a in your side tryin' to hustle for a ride
Or hittin' the block to find out one of guys just died
So don't come to the Chi, it's risky as hell
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
With judges be quick to us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our come up
War then it's on, now we strap up, what's up

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
With judges be quick to hang us and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our come up
War then it's on, now we gon' strap up, up

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the
Then near everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the world gon' realize fakin'

Then they tapes of the shelves and break 'em, eliminate 'em
Just as fast as Way can create shit
Now they all on some hation, just them nigga
ain't nobody done a thing but we run a reason around these bitches

The more tapes we make the they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love then it none, if it is, then nigga then say something
'Cause more of beats gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And make that solemn promise
That shorty flyin' all on niggas'

[Incomprehensible] county, look me, you found me
I been bad to the bone
Get the mask and the
This Chi gotta die from a blast to the

Nigga, not muthafuckin' board
I my blessings from G's and Lord
and source
But the art of war nigga, must've found breathin'

Tellin' me to look into eyes
All I see is a
Tell in New Orleans that he bit, talkin'
About you was my shit

Hit the bud and got sent on that
mumblin' R & B
You can keep the apology, you try to dishonor me
the Hoes of the Harmony

Just when you thought it was
The Bone niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and
I can slow and audit the tape
Y'all bent and all who thought it was fake

Now watch on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's than the
Why would you to be doomed
Now you see Eazy-E soon

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's rushin'
When I reach and bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or
no bluffin'

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
judges be quick to hang us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, our bodies come up
War then it's on, now we gon' strap up, up

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
judges be quick to hang us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our bodies up
War it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up