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

In the Chi it's kill or be hussle or die
You take the pie momma didn't lie
Look in my you see the realness, the nine makes you feel this
The pain I'm going through 'til 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 greater, the mind state of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, dodgin' everyday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then snatch they of the shelves and break 'em, eliminate 'em
as fast as Creator's Way can create shit
Now they all on some hation, like them nigga
Like ain't nobody a thing 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 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 solemn
That flyin' all on niggas' business

county, look around me, you found me
I must've bad to the bone
Get the and the chrome
This Chi gotta die from a to the dome

Nigga, not Ouija board
I receive my from G's and Lord
and source
But the art of war nigga, must've breathin' bored

Tellin' me to look into eyes
All I see is a
Tell in New Orleans that 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
the Hoes of the Harmony

Just when you it was safe
The Bone niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and
I can down and audit 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, 'cause than the blunt
Why would you compete to be
Now you gon' see soon

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

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

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