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 makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a
I need to stack now, I pay for my sins later
When I'm living greater, the mind state of a 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 pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til 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 world is
disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of tryin' to avoid jail bars

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

I get a buck in your side tryin' to for a ride
Or the block to find out one of your guys just died
So don't come to the Chi, it's just as hell
'Cause K-Town niggas'll on that ass like a stealth

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
judges be quick 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

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

Our so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the style
Then damn everybody took it and passed it around
Now these all look and see 'cause we puttin' it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the world gon' they fakin'

Then snatch they tapes of the
And break 'em, 'em
Just as fast as Way can create shit
Now they all on some hation, just like nigga

Like ain't done a thing
But we run a around these bitches
The more tapes we the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love then it ain't

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

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

I receive my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and
But the art of war nigga, must've found bored
me to look into your 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 odyssey mumblin' R and B
You can keep the apology, you try to dishonor me
Kill the of the Harmony

when you thought it was safe
The Bone niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and
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 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 still
When I reach and start
I'm a Crusher, crook county or nothin'
Ain't no

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With judges be 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 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] then on, now we gon' strap up, what's up