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 nine makes you this
The pain that I'm going 'til I'm sitting on millions

My on that paper, wishin' upon a caper
I need to stack now, I 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 load the AK, watch 'em run when we
Get the fuck up out my way and for that this pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and life

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

But it's so to make cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or on phat keys
See mobstability is for niggas with to lose
Going psycho from this drama you go paying dues

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
With judges be to hang us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come 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 us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we like 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 Drama invented the
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 world gon' they fakin'

Then they tapes of the shelves
And break 'em, 'em
Just as fast as Way can create shit
Now they all on some hation, just like nigga

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

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

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

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 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 sent on that shit mumblin' R and B
You can keep the apology, you gon' try to me
Kill the Hoes of the

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

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 soon

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

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 [unverified] it's on, now we gon' strap 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 [unverified] then on, now we gon' strap up, what's up