Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

In the Chi, kill or be killed, hussle or die
You gotsta take the pie, didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you feel
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on

My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a
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' everyday

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

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

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

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

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us homies and
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, our bodies come up
War then 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 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

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

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

Like ain't nobody a thing
But we run a reason these bitches
The more 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 then say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' and keep on stompin'
And Drama that solemn promise
That shorty flyin' all on business

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

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

about you was lovin' my shit
Hit the bud and got sent on that shit mumblin' R and B
You can keep the apology, you gon' try to me
Kill the of the Harmony

Just when you thought it was
The Bone niggas 'bout to get and raped
I can slow down and the tape
Y'all bent and all who thought it was fake

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

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's rushin'
When I reach and start
I'm a Bone Crusher, 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, our bodies come up
War [unverified] then on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
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