Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, kill 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 going through 'til I'm on millions

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

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 'til there's in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and your

Niggas in my mob is too
We ride hundred G cars, in it the world is ours
disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this of crooks tryin' to avoid jail bars

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

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

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] then it's on, now we gon' strap up, up

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

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

Then snatch tapes of the shelves
And break 'em, 'em
Just as fast as Creator's Way can shit
Now all on some hation, just like them nigga

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

If it is, then then say something
'Cause more of this gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama make that promise
That shorty all on niggas' business

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

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

Talkin' about you was my shit
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit odyssey R and B
You can keep the apology, you try to dishonor me
Kill the of the Harmony

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

Now watch on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the on the month, 'cause it's than the blunt
Why would you compete to be
Now you gon' see soon

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

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

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