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

In the Chi it's or be killed 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 pain that I'm through 'til I'm sitting on millions

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

See me load the AK, 'em run when we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for pray that this play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til nothing in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, 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 to avoid jail bars

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

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With judges be to hang us homies 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

Our so crooked, Psycho Drama 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 of the shelves and break 'em, eliminate 'em
Just as fast as Creator's Way can shit
Now they all on some hation, just like nigga
Like ain't nobody done a 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 ain't none, if it is, then then say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' and keep on stompin'
And make that solemn promise
That shorty all on niggas' business

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

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

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

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

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

Now watch [Incomprehensible] on the stage, 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 Eazy-E

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

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
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 of crooks, gangbangers, killers 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 strap up, what's up