Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, it's 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 this
The pain that I'm going 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' a caper
I need to now, I will pay for my sins later
When I'm living greater, the mind state of a native
It's sick in the head, dodgin' Feds

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

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

But so hard to make cheese 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 you go through paying dues

I get a in your side tryin' to hussle for a ride
Or hittin' the block to find out one of your guys just
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, killers and
With judges be quick to 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 county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With be quick to hang us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, our bodies come up
War [unverified] it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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

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

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

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

I receive my blessings from G's and Lord, and source
But the art of war nigga, must've found bored
me to look into your eyes, all I see is a bitch
Tell Krayzie in New Orleans he bit

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

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

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

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, the reefer's still rushin'
I reach and start bustin'
I'm a Crusher, crook county or nothin'
no bluffin'

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