Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, kill 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 feel
The pain that I'm through 'til I'm sitting on millions

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

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

in my mob is too suave
We ride G cars, in it like the world is ours
Don't disrespect or get your split like cigars
In this county of 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 from this drama you go through paying dues

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

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

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama the style
Then damn near took it and passed 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'

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

Like ain't done a thing
But we run a around these bitches
The more tapes we the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love then it none

If it is, nigga then say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and keep on
And Drama make that solemn
That flyin' 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
This Chi gotta die from a blast to the
Nigga, not muthafuckin' Ouija

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

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

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

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

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

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