Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

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

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

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

in my mob is too suave
We ride hundred G cars, in it like the is ours
Don't or get your chest split like 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 keys
See mobstability is for niggas with nothing to
Going psycho from this drama you go through dues

I get a buck in your side tryin' to hussle for a
Or hittin' the block to find out one of your guys just
So come to the Chi, it's just risky as hell
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, 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 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' 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 invented the
Then damn near took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the world gon' they fakin'

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

Like ain't nobody a thing
But we run a reason around these
The more tapes we the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love it ain't none

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

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

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

Talkin' about you was lovin' my
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit mumblin' R and B
You can keep the apology, you try to dishonor 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 it was fake

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

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the still rushin'
When I reach and start
I'm a Crusher, crook county or nothin'
no bluffin'

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With judges be 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 gon' strap up, 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, our bodies come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we strap up, what's up