Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, it's or be killed, hussle 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 through 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on paper, wishin' upon a caper
I need to stack now, I pay for my sins later
When I'm greater, the mind state of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, dodgin' 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 life

in my mob is too suave
We ride hundred G cars, in it like the is ours
disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid jail

But it's so hard to cheese especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See mobstability is for with nothing to lose
psycho from this drama you go through paying dues

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

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

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

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

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

Like ain't nobody done a
But we run a around these bitches
The more tapes we make the more 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' 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 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 blessings G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, must've found breathin'
Tellin' me to look into eyes, all I see is a bitch
Tell Krayzie in New that he bit

about you was lovin' my shit
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit mumblin' R and B
You can the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
Kill the Hoes of the

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

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

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

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