Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

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

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

See me load the AK, 'em run when we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for pray this pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's in sight
So Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and your life

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

But it's so hard to make especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See mobstability is for with nothing to lose
Going psycho from this drama you go paying dues

I get a buck in your 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 risky as
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
With judges be quick to hang us homies and
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our 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 damn near everybody it and passed it around
Now muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the world 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 them nigga

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

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

Come look around Crook County, 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 muthafuckin' board

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

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

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

Now watch on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, it's than the blunt
Why you compete to be doomed
Now you gon' see soon

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

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us 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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
judges 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