Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, it's or be killed, hussle or die
You gotsta take the pie, didn't lie
Look in my you see the realness, the nine makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going through 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, Feds everyday

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

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

But so hard to make cheese especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See is for niggas with nothing to lose
Going psycho from this drama you go 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 come to the Chi, it's just risky as hell
'Cause K-Town niggas'll on that ass like a stealth

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 it's on, now we 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 bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our bodies up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' strap up, up

Our so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the style
Then damn near everybody took it and 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 they of the shelves
And 'em, eliminate 'em
Just as fast as Creator's Way can create
Now they all on some hation, just like nigga

Like nobody done a thing
But we run a around these bitches
The more tapes we make the more all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it no love then it ain't none

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

look 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 to the dome
Nigga, not Ouija board

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

Talkin' you was lovin' my shit
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit mumblin' 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 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, it's than the blunt
Why would you to be doomed
Now you gon' see Eazy-E

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and start
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook 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' like a kamikaze, watch our bodies up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we strap up, what's up

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