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 that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on paper, wishin' upon a caper
I need to stack now, I will pay for my sins
When I'm living greater, the 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 'til nothing in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and your

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

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

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 bodies up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' strap up, 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, watch our bodies up
War then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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

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

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

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

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

I my blessings from 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

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

Just you thought it was safe
The Bone niggas to get slaughtered and raped
I can slow down and the tape
Y'all bent and all y'all who thought it was

Now watch [unverified] on the stage, beef and the
Die on the first on the month, 'cause than the blunt
Why would you compete to be
Now you gon' see Eazy-E

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

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

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