Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, it's 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 that I'm going '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 living greater, the mind state of a Westside
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 pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in
So cancel muthafucka, fuck you and your life

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

But it's so hard to cheese especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See is for niggas with nothing to lose
Going from this drama you go through paying dues

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

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

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 come up
War then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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

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

ain't nobody done a thing
But we run a reason around bitches
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 this beats gon' and keep on stompin'
And Drama make that solemn
That shorty flyin' all on niggas'

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
judges be quick to hang 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 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