Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, kill or be killed, hussle or die
You gotsta take the pie, momma lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you this
The pain I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on paper, wishin' upon a caper
I need to stack now, I will pay for my sins
When I'm living greater, the state of a Westside native
sick 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 pistol
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til nothing in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and life

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

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

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

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us homies and
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our come up
War [unverified] it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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

Then snatch they of the shelves
And 'em, eliminate 'em
Just as fast as Creator's Way can create
Now they all on some hation, just them nigga

ain't nobody done a thing
But we run a reason around these
The tapes we make the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love then it ain't

If it is, then nigga say something
'Cause more of beats gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And make that solemn promise
That shorty flyin' all on niggas'

Come look Crook County, look around, you found me
I must've been bad to the bone, get the and the chrome
Chi gotta die from a blast to the dome
Nigga, not muthafuckin' board

I receive my from G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, found breathin' bored
Tellin' me to look into eyes, all I see is a bitch
Krayzie in New Orleans that he bit

Talkin' you was lovin' my shit
Hit the bud and got sent on that odyssey mumblin' R and B
You can the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
Kill the Hoes of the

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

Now watch on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's than the
Why you compete to be doomed
Now you gon' see Eazy-E

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

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