Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, kill or be killed, hussle or die
You gotsta take the pie, didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine you feel this
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm on millions

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

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

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

But it's so hard to make cheese
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on phat
See mobstability is for niggas with to lose
Going psycho from this drama you go through 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 come to the Chi, it's 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 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' up, what's up

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With judges be to hang 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

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

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

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

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

Come around Crook County, look around, you found 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 Ouija board

I my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, must've found bored
Tellin' me to look 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 on that shit odyssey mumblin' R and B
You can the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
the Hoes of the Harmony

Just you thought it was safe
The Bone '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, and the rage
Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's the blunt
Why would you to be doomed
Now you gon' see soon

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's rushin'
When I reach and 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 come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' up, what's up

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