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 eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you this
The pain I'm going 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
I'm living greater, the mind state of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, Feds everyday

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

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

But it's so hard to cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or on phat keys
See is for niggas with nothing 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 come to the Chi, it's just risky as
K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealth

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
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 near everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all 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 break 'em, 'em
Just as fast as Creator's Way can shit
Now they all on some hation, just like them

Like ain't nobody a thing
But we run a reason around these
The more we make 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 this beats stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama make that solemn
That shorty flyin' all on business

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 blast to the
Nigga, not Ouija 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
Krayzie in New Orleans that he bit

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

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

Now watch [unverified] on the stage, 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

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

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

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