Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, it's 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 that I'm going through I'm sitting on millions

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

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

in my mob is too suave
We hundred G cars, in it like the world is ours
Don't or get your 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 phat
See mobstability is for with nothing to lose
Going psycho from drama you go through paying dues

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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With 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

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
With judges be quick to hang us homies and
No bluffin', we bustin' a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War [unverified] 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 these muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we puttin' it
And ain't no sooner or later, the world gon' realize they

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

Like ain't nobody 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 none

If it is, then then say something
'Cause more of this gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama make that solemn
shorty flyin' all on niggas' business

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

about you was lovin' 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 you thought it was safe
The Bone 'bout to get slaughtered and raped
I can down 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 it's the blunt
Why you compete to be doomed
Now you gon' see soon

Feel the of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
I reach and start bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, 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] it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, 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