Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, it's or be killed, hussle or die
You take the pie, momma didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you feel
The pain I'm going through 'til I'm sitting 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 of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, dodgin' everyday

See me load the AK, 'em run when 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, you and your life

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

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

I get a buck in your tryin' to hussle for a ride
Or hittin' the block to find out one of your just died
So don't come to the Chi, it's just risky as
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on 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 then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers 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

Our so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the style
damn near everybody took it and passed it around
Now muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the world realize they fakin'

Then they tapes 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 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 no love then it ain't none

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

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

I my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, found breathin' bored
Tellin' me to into 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
the Hoes of the Harmony

Just when you thought it was
The Bone niggas to get slaughtered and raped
I can down and audit the tape
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, 'cause it's than the
Why would you to be doomed
Now you gon' see Eazy-E

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's rushin'
When I and start bustin'
I'm a Crusher, crook county or nothin'
Ain't no

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
With judges be quick to us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, 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 then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up