Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, it's or be killed, hussle or die
You gotsta the pie, momma didn't lie
Look in my you see the realness, the nine makes you feel this
The pain I'm going 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 sins
When I'm living greater, the mind state of a Westside
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
'Cause when I'm heated I'm 'til there's nothing in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and your

Niggas in my mob is too
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 avoid jail

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

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With be quick to hang 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

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
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' up, what's up

Our county's so crooked, Drama invented the style
Then damn everybody took 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 gon' realize they

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

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

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

Talkin' you was lovin' my shit
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit mumblin' R and B
You can the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
the Hoes of the Harmony

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

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

the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and start
I'm a Bone Crusher, county or nothin'
no bluffin'

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

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 come up
War then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up