Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, or die
You gotsta take the pie, 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, upon a caper
I need to 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 pray this pistol play
'Cause I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, you and your life

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

But it's so hard to make especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on phat
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 hussle for a
Or hittin' the block to find out one of your just died
So don't come to the Chi, it's just risky as
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us homies and
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 of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us homies and
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our bodies 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 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 realize they fakin'

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

Like nobody done a thing
But we run a reason these bitches
The more tapes we make the more they all go broke, so 'em
If it ain't no love then it ain't

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

Come 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 blast to the
Nigga, not muthafuckin' board

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

Talkin' about you was lovin' my
Hit the bud and got on that 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 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, beef and the
Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's the blunt
Why would you compete to be
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 Bone Crusher, county or nothin'
Ain't no

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

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