Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, kill or be killed, hussle or die
You gotsta take the pie, momma lie
in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' a caper
I need to stack now, I will pay for my later
When I'm living greater, the mind state of a Westside
sick in the head, dodgin' Feds everyday

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

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

But it's so to make cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on phat
See is for niggas with nothing to lose
psycho from 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 your guys just
So don't come to the Chi, it's just risky as
'Cause K-Town bomb on that ass like a stealth

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 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 and strangers
No bluffin', we like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' strap up, up

Our county's so crooked, Psycho invented the style
Then near everybody 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' they fakin'

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

ain't nobody done a thing
But we run a reason around bitches
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 of this beats gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama make that promise
shorty flyin' all on niggas' business

Come look Crook County, look around, you found me
I been bad to the bone, get the mask and the chrome
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, found breathin' bored
me to look into 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 mumblin' R and B
You can keep the apology, you try to dishonor me
Kill the of the Harmony

Just when you thought it was
The Bone niggas to get slaughtered and raped
I can slow down and audit the
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 than the
Why would you compete to be
Now you gon' see soon

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's rushin'
When I reach and bustin'
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 like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' strap up, up

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