Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, or die
You gotsta take the pie, momma lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you feel
The pain I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' a caper
I to stack now, I will 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, watch 'em run when we
Get the up out my way and for pray that this pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm 'til there's nothing in sight
So cancel Christmas muthafucka, you and your life

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

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

I get a buck in your side 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 bomb on that ass like a stealth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now watch on the stage, beef 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 still rushin'
When I and start bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or
no bluffin'

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