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

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

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

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

Niggas in my mob is too
We ride G cars, in it like the world is ours
disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to jail 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
Going psycho this drama you go through paying dues

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

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 it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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 then it's on, now we strap up, what's up

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

Then snatch they tapes of the shelves and break 'em, 'em
Just as fast as 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 around bitches

The tapes we make the more 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 this beats gon' stomp and on stompin'
And make that solemn promise
That shorty flyin' all on business

[Incomprehensible] county, around 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 receive my blessings G's and Lord
and source
But the art of war nigga, found breathin' bored

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

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

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

Now [Incomprehensible] on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, it's than the blunt
Why would you to be doomed
Now you gon' see soon

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

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

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