Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, or die
You gotsta the pie, momma didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm on millions

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

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

Niggas in my mob is too
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 tryin' to jail bars

But it's so hard to cheese especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See mobstability is for niggas nothing to lose
Going psycho from this drama you go through dues

I get a buck in side tryin' to hussle 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
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on ass like a stealth

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

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama the style
damn 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 world gon' realize they

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

Like ain't done a thing
But we run a reason around these
The more tapes we make the more they all go broke, so 'em
If it ain't no love it ain't none

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

look around 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 blast to the
Nigga, not muthafuckin' board

I my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, found breathin' bored
Tellin' me to look into 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 mumblin' R and B
You can the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
Kill the Hoes of the

when you thought 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 thought it was

Now [unverified] on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, it's than the blunt
Why would you compete to be
Now you see Eazy-E soon

Feel the of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and start
I'm a Bone Crusher, county or nothin'
no bluffin'

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