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 makes you 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 later
When I'm living greater, the mind state of a native
It's in the head, dodgin' Feds everyday

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

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

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

I get a buck in your side tryin' to hussle for a
Or the block to find out one of your guys just died
So don't come to the Chi, just risky as hell
'Cause niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealth

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

Our county's so crooked, Psycho invented the style
Then damn near 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' they fakin'

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

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

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

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

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

Talkin' about you was my shit
Hit the bud and got on that shit odyssey mumblin' R and B
You can keep the apology, you gon' try to me
Kill the of the Harmony

Just when you it was safe
The niggas '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 watch [unverified] on the stage, and the rage
Die on the first on the month, it's than the blunt
Why would you compete to be
Now you gon' see Eazy-E

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] 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' a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up