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 nine makes you feel
The pain I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions

My on that 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, 'em run when we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for that this pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and life

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

But it's so hard to cheese especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See mobstability is for niggas with to lose
Going psycho from this drama you go through paying

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
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

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
judges 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 strap up, what's up

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

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

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

If it is, then nigga say something
'Cause more of this gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama that solemn promise
That shorty 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 to the dome
Nigga, not Ouija board

I receive my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and
But the art of war nigga, must've found bored
Tellin' me to into your 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 keep the apology, you gon' try to me
Kill the of the Harmony

Just when you thought it was
The Bone niggas 'bout to get and raped
I can down and audit the tape
bent and all y'all who thought it was fake

Now watch [unverified] on the stage, 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

the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and start
I'm a Bone Crusher, county 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, killers and
With judges be quick to hang us and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we strap up, what's up