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 take the pie didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you feel
The that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions

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

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

in my mob is too suave
We ride hundred G cars, in it like the world is
disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to jail bars

But it's so hard to make cheese
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or on phat keys
See is for niggas with nothing to lose
psycho from this drama you go through paying dues

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

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

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

Our county's so crooked, Drama invented the style
Then damn near 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'

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

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

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

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

me to look into your 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 gon' try to me
Kill the Hoes of the

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

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

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

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

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