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 you see the realness, the nine makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on

My on that paper wishin' upon a caper
I to stack now I will pay for my sins later
I'm living 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 this pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 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 like the world is
Don't disrespect or get your chest like cigars
In this county of crooks to avoid jail bars

But it's so hard to make especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on keys
See mobstability is for niggas with to lose
Going psycho from this drama you go through dues

I get a buck in your side 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
K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealth

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, 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 gon' up, what's up

Our county's so crooked, Psycho invented the style
Then near everybody took it and passed it around
Now muthafuckas all look 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
Just as fast as Creator's Way can shit
Now they all on some hation, like them nigga
ain't nobody done a thing but we run a reason around these bitches

The more tapes we 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 beats gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama make that solemn
That shorty all on niggas' business

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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