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 feel
The pain that I'm going '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 greater, the mind state of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, dodgin' Feds

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

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

But so hard to make cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or on phat keys
See mobstability is for niggas with nothing to
Going psycho from drama you go through paying dues

I get a buck in side tryin' to hussle for a ride
Or hittin' the block to out one of your guys just died
So don't come to the Chi, it's risky as hell
K-Town niggas'll bomb 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 bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we strap up, what's up

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

Our county's so crooked, Drama invented the style
Then near everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the world gon' realize they

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

Like ain't nobody done a
But we run a reason around 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 say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and keep on
And make that solemn 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 muthafuckin' board

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

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

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

Now watch [unverified] on the stage, and the rage
Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's than the
Why would you to be doomed
Now you gon' see soon

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's rushin'
I reach and start 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 hang us and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we strap up, what's up