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 feel
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a
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, dodgin' Feds

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

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

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

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 don't come to the Chi, it's just risky as
'Cause K-Town bomb on that ass like a stealth

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

Our county's so crooked, Psycho invented the style
Then near everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all and see 'cause 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 fast as Way can create shit
Now they all on some hation, just like them

Like ain't nobody done a
But we run a reason around these
The tapes we make 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 gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And make that solemn promise
shorty flyin' all on niggas' business

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

I receive my blessings G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, must've breathin' bored
Tellin' me to into your eyes, all I see is a bitch
Tell in New Orleans that he bit

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

Just you thought it was safe
The Bone niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and
I can slow and audit the tape
Y'all and all y'all who thought it was fake

Now [unverified] on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, 'cause 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'
I reach and start bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or
Ain't no

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