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 through I'm sitting on millions

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

See me load the AK, watch 'em run we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for pray this pistol play
when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til 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 the world is ours
Don't disrespect or get your chest like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid jail

But it's so hard to make especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on keys
See mobstability is for with nothing to lose
psycho from this drama you go through paying 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 to the Chi, it's just risky as hell
'Cause niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealth

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] then it's on, now we gon' up, what's up

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
With judges be quick to 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 county's so crooked, Psycho Drama the style
Then near everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the gon' realize they fakin'

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

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

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

Come around Crook County, look around, you found me
I been bad to the bone, get the mask and the chrome
Chi gotta die from a blast to the dome
Nigga, not muthafuckin' Ouija

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

Talkin' you was lovin' my shit
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit odyssey R and B
You can keep the apology, you try to dishonor me
Kill the Hoes of the

Just when you thought it was
The niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and raped
I can down and audit the tape
Y'all and all y'all who thought it was fake

Now watch [unverified] on the stage, beef and the
Die on the first on the month, 'cause than the blunt
Why would you to be doomed
Now you see Eazy-E soon

the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or
Ain't no

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, 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 on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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] it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up