Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

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

My minds on 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
It's sick in the head, Feds everyday

See me load the AK, watch 'em run when we
Get the fuck up out my way and for that this pistol play
when I'm heated I'm gunning '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
Don't disrespect or get your chest split like
In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid bars

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

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

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

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

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

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

If it is, then nigga then say
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and keep on
And Drama make that solemn
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 mask and the
This Chi gotta die a blast 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, must've found breathin'
Tellin' me to look into eyes, all I see is a bitch
Tell in New Orleans that he bit

Talkin' about you was my shit
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

Just when you thought it was
The niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and raped
I can slow down and audit the
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, 'cause it's than the
Why would you to be doomed
Now you gon' see soon

Feel the of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and 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 hang us and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our bodies up
War [unverified] it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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