Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, or die
You gotsta the pie, momma didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the makes you feel this
The pain that I'm through 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a
I to stack now, I will pay for my sins later
When I'm greater, the mind state of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, 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
'Cause when I'm I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in sight
So cancel muthafucka, fuck you and your life

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

But so hard to make cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or on phat keys
See mobstability is for with nothing to lose
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 died
So don't come to the Chi, it's just as hell
'Cause 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 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
judges be quick 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

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the
Then damn near everybody it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we 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 fast as Creator's Way can shit
Now they all on some hation, just like nigga

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

If it is, then then say something
more of this beats gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama make that solemn
That shorty flyin' all on niggas'

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

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

Talkin' about you was 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
the Hoes of the Harmony

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

Now watch on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's than the
Why would you to be doomed
Now you see Eazy-E soon

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
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 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 strap up, what's up