Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

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

My minds on paper, wishin' upon a caper
I need to stack now, I will pay for my later
When I'm living greater, the mind 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 that this pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til nothing in sight
So cancel muthafucka, fuck you and your life

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

But it's so hard to cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or on phat keys
See is for niggas with nothing to lose
psycho from this drama you go through paying dues

I get a buck in your side to hussle for a ride
Or the block to find out one of your guys just 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 of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
With 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' 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, our bodies come up
War then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

Our so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the style
Then damn near everybody it and passed it around
Now these all look and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the world gon' realize 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 done a thing
But we run a reason these bitches
The more tapes we the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no then it ain't none

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

Come look around Crook County, 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 Ouija board

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

Talkin' you was lovin' my shit
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

when you thought it was safe
The Bone 'bout to get slaughtered and raped
I can slow down and audit the
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, it's than 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 reach and bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, county or nothin'
no bluffin'

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