Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

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

My on that paper, wishin' upon 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 sick in the head, dodgin' Feds

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

in my mob is too suave
We ride G cars, in it like the world is ours
Don't disrespect or get your split like cigars
In this county of crooks 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 from this drama you go through paying

I get a buck in side tryin' to hussle for a ride
Or hittin' the block to find out one of your guys died
So come to the Chi, it's just risky as hell
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass a stealth

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

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

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

Then snatch they tapes of the
And 'em, eliminate 'em
as fast as Creator's Way can create shit
Now they all on some hation, just like nigga

Like ain't nobody a thing
But we run a reason around bitches
The tapes we make the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love then it ain't

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

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

I receive my blessings G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, found breathin' bored
me to look into your eyes, all I see is a bitch
Tell Krayzie in New that 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 it was safe
The Bone 'bout to get slaughtered and raped
I can slow down and the tape
Y'all bent and all y'all who thought it was

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

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

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