Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, kill or be killed, hussle or die
You take the pie, momma didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine you feel this
The pain I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' a caper
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, watch 'em run we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for that this pistol play
when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in sight
So cancel muthafucka, fuck you and your life

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

But it's so hard to make especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on phat
See mobstability is for niggas with nothing to
Going psycho from 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 just died
So come to the Chi, it's just risky as hell
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on ass like a stealth

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

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

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the
Then damn everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And no sooner or later, the world gon' realize they fakin'

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

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

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

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

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

Talkin' about you was lovin' my
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 to get slaughtered and raped
I can down and audit the tape
bent and all y'all who thought it was fake

Now watch [unverified] on the stage, and the rage
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 of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
I reach and start bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or
Ain't no

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