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 this
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on

My on that 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
sick in the head, dodgin' Feds everyday

See me the AK, watch '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 nothing in
So cancel muthafucka, fuck you and your life

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

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

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, 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 on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
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 gon' up, what's up

Our county's so crooked, Psycho invented the style
Then damn near took it and passed 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 of the shelves
And break 'em, 'em
Just as fast as Creator's Way can create
Now they all on some hation, just like them

Like ain't done a thing
But we run a around these bitches
The more tapes we make the more all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love then it ain't

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

Come look around Crook County, around, you found me
I must've been bad to the bone, get the mask and the
This Chi gotta die from a blast to the
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 into your eyes, all I see is a bitch
Krayzie in New Orleans that he bit

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

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

Now watch on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, it's than the blunt
Why you compete to be doomed
Now you see Eazy-E soon

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

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