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
in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on

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

See me the AK, watch '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 Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and life

in my mob is too suave
We ride hundred G cars, in it the world is ours
Don't disrespect or get your split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to 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 with nothing to lose
Going from this drama you go through paying dues

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

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

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 strap up, what's up

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the
damn near everybody took it and passed it around
Now muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And no sooner or later, the world gon' realize they fakin'

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

Like nobody done a thing
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, nigga then say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and keep on
And Drama make that promise
That shorty flyin' all on niggas'

look around Crook County, look around, you found 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' board

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

when you thought it was safe
The Bone niggas to get slaughtered and raped
I can down 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 it's 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'
When I and start bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or
no bluffin'

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

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' strap up, up