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

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

My on that paper wishin' upon a caper
I to stack 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' Feds

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

Niggas in my mob is too
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 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 niggas with to lose
Going psycho from this you go through paying dues

I get a buck in side tryin' to hustle 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, and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us homies and
No bluffin', we like a kamikaze, watch 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 bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our come up
War then it's on, now we gon' up, what's up

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the
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' realize they

Then 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, like them nigga
Like nobody done a thing 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 then it ain't none, if it is, then nigga then say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and keep on
And make that solemn promise
That shorty flyin' all on niggas'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 gon' strap up, up

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 gon' strap up, up