Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, or die
You gotsta take the pie, momma lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine you feel this
The that I'm going through 'til 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 state of a Westside native
sick in the head, dodgin' Feds everyday

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

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

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

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

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 come up
War [unverified] it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama the style
Then damn everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And ain't no or later, the world gon' realize they fakin'

Then snatch they tapes of the
And break 'em, 'em
Just as fast as 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 tapes we make the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love 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
shorty flyin' all on niggas' business

Come look Crook County, look around, you found me
I been bad to the bone, get the mask and the chrome
This Chi gotta die a blast to the dome
Nigga, not Ouija board

I receive my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and
But the art of war nigga, must've found bored
Tellin' me to look into your eyes, all I see is a
Krayzie 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 the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
Kill the of the Harmony

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

Now [unverified] on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, 'cause than the blunt
Why would you compete to be
Now you gon' see soon

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

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

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 it's on, now we gon' strap up, up