Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

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

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

See me load the AK, watch 'em run when we
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, you and your life

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

But so hard to make cheese especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See mobstability is for niggas with nothing to
Going psycho from this drama you go through paying

I get a in your side tryin' to hussle for a ride
Or hittin' the block to find out one of your guys died
So come to the Chi, it's just risky as hell
'Cause K-Town bomb on that ass like a stealth

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
With judges be quick to us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our bodies 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 quick to hang us homies and
No bluffin', we like a kamikaze, watch 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 everybody took it and passed it around
Now these all look and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the gon' realize they fakin'

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

Like ain't done a thing
But we run a reason around these
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 more of beats gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama that solemn promise
That shorty all on niggas' business

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

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

Talkin' about you was my shit
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit odyssey 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 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 the blunt
Why would you compete to be
Now you see Eazy-E soon

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the still rushin'
I reach and start bustin'
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 bodies up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' strap up, up

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 on, now we gon' strap up, what's up