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
in my eyes 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, upon a caper
I to stack now, I will pay for my sins later
I'm living greater, the mind state of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, dodgin' everyday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like ain't done a thing
But we run a reason around bitches
The tapes we make 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' stomp and on stompin'
And make that solemn promise
shorty flyin' all on niggas' business

Come 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 blast to the
Nigga, not muthafuckin' Ouija

I receive my blessings G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, found breathin' bored
Tellin' me to look into eyes, all I see is a bitch
Tell Krayzie in New Orleans 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 Hoes of the

Just when you thought it was
The Bone niggas to get slaughtered and raped
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 than the
Why you compete to be doomed
Now you see Eazy-E soon

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

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] then it's on, now we gon' up, what's up

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 bodies up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we strap up, what's up