Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, kill 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 feel
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on

My minds on that paper, upon a caper
I need to stack now, I pay for my sins later
When I'm living greater, the mind of a Westside native
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 this play
'Cause I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and life

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

But it's so hard to make cheese
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on keys
See mobstability is for with 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 guys just died
So don't come to the Chi, just risky as hell
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us 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

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

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

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

Like ain't 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 then it ain't none

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

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

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

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

Just when you it was safe
The Bone niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and
I can slow down and 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 it's than the
Why would you to be doomed
Now you gon' see Eazy-E

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

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