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 'til I'm on millions

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

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

Niggas in my mob is too
We hundred G cars, in it like the world is ours
disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to jail bars

But it's so hard to cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or on phat keys
See is for niggas 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 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 bomb on that ass like a

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

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 bodies up
War [unverified] then on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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

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

ain't nobody done a thing
But we run a reason around these
The tapes we make the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it ain't no love then it ain't

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

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

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

Talkin' about you was 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
the Hoes of the Harmony

Just you thought it was safe
The Bone niggas to get slaughtered and raped
I can down and audit the tape
Y'all bent and all who thought it was fake

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

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and bustin'
I'm a Crusher, crook county or nothin'
no bluffin'

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

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