Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

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

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

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

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

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

I get a buck in side tryin' 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 risky as
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 bustin' a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' up, what's up

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, 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 took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the gon' realize they fakin'

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

Like ain't done a thing
But we run a reason these bitches
The tapes we make the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love it ain't none

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

Come look around Crook County, look around, you 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' Ouija

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

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

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

Now [unverified] on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, 'cause 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 or nothin'
no bluffin'

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' up, what's up

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, 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 strap up, what's up