Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, 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 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 sins
When I'm living greater, the mind state of a native
It's sick in the head, Feds everyday

See me load the AK, watch 'em run we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for pray that this pistol
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til nothing in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, you and your life

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 county of crooks tryin' to avoid bars

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

I get a buck in your side tryin' to for a ride
Or hittin' the block to find out one of guys just died
So come to the Chi, it's just risky as hell
'Cause K-Town bomb on that ass like a stealth

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
With 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

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 county's so crooked, Psycho Drama 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 gon' realize they fakin'

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

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

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

Come look around County, look 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 found bored
Tellin' me to into 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 sent on shit odyssey mumblin' R and B
You can keep the apology, you try to dishonor me
Kill the Hoes of the

when you thought it was safe
The Bone niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and
I can slow and audit the tape
Y'all 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, 'cause it's the blunt
Why would you to be doomed
Now you gon' see soon

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, the reefer's still rushin'
I reach and start bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook or nothin'
no bluffin'

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers 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' 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 come up
War [unverified] then on, now we gon' strap up, what's up