Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, kill or be killed, hussle or die
You gotsta take the pie, didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you this
The pain that I'm going 'til I'm sitting on millions

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

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

Niggas in my mob is too
We ride hundred G cars, in it like the is ours
Don't disrespect or get chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid 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 to lose
Going psycho this drama you go through paying dues

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

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
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

Our county's so crooked, Drama invented the style
damn 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 realize they fakin'

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

Like ain't nobody done a
But we run a reason these bitches
The more tapes we 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 of this beats gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama make that promise
That shorty flyin' all on business

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

I receive my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and
But the art of war nigga, found 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 lovin' my
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit mumblin' R and B
You can keep the apology, you gon' try to me
the Hoes of the Harmony

Just when you it was safe
The Bone niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and
I can slow and audit 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, 'cause than the blunt
Why you compete to be doomed
Now you see Eazy-E soon

the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, county or nothin'
Ain't no

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
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