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

In the Chi it's kill or be hussle or die
You gotsta the pie momma didn't lie
Look in my you see the realness, the nine makes you feel this
The that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions

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

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

Niggas in my mob is too
We ride G cars, in it like the world is ours
Don't disrespect or get your split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to jail bars

But it's so hard to make cheese
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See is for niggas with nothing to lose
Going psycho from this drama you go through paying

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

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

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 bodies up
War then it's on, now we gon' strap up, up

Our county's so crooked, Psycho invented the style
damn near everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we puttin' it
And no sooner or later, the world gon' realize they fakin'

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

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

[Incomprehensible] county, look around me, you me
I must've been bad to the
Get the mask and the
This Chi gotta die a blast to the dome

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

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

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

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

Now watch [Incomprehensible] on the stage, beef and the
Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's the blunt
Why would you to be doomed
Now you gon' see Eazy-E

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

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

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