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 nine you feel this
The pain that I'm going 'til I'm sitting on millions

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

See me load the AK, watch 'em run we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for pray this pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in
So cancel muthafucka, fuck you and your 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 split like
In this of crooks tryin' to avoid jail bars

But it's so to make cheese especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See is for niggas with 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 out one of your 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 county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
With judges be quick to us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War [unverified] it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers 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 it's on, now we strap up, what's up

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the
damn near everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And ain't no or later, the world gon' realize 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 them nigga

ain't nobody done a thing
But we run a reason these bitches
The more we make the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no then it ain't none

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

Come around 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 my blessings from 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

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

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

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

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

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

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