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

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

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

See me load the AK, 'em run when we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for 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 split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to jail bars

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

I get a buck in your tryin' to hustle for a ride
Or the block to find out one of your 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 hang us and strangers
No bluffin', we like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War then it's on, now we strap up, what's up

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
judges be quick to hang 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

Our so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the style
Then damn near everybody it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the gon' realize they 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 like them
Like ain't nobody done a but we run a reason around these bitches

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

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

Nigga, not Ouija board
I receive my from G's and Lord
Nine-millies and
But the art of war nigga, must've found bored

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

Hit the bud and got sent on that
Odyssey R & B
You can the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
Kill the Hoes of the

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

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

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook or nothin
Ain't no

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
judges be quick 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