Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, or die
You gotsta take the pie, momma lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine you feel this
The pain that I'm going through I'm sitting on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a
I need to stack now, I will pay for my later
When I'm living greater, the 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 up out my way and for pray that this pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm '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 of crooks tryin' to avoid jail bars

But so hard 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 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 as hell
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on ass like a stealth

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
With judges be to hang us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, 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 be quick to hang us homies 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

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the
damn 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' realize fakin'

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

ain't nobody done a thing
But we run a reason these bitches
The more tapes we make the they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love then it ain't

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

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

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

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

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

Now watch [unverified] on the stage, beef and the
Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's the blunt
Why would you to be doomed
Now you see Eazy-E soon

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and start
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or
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 bodies up
War [unverified] then on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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