Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Bone Crusher Mix)

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

My on that 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 Westside
sick in the head, dodgin' Feds everyday

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

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

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

I get a buck in your tryin' 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 risky as hell
'Cause K-Town bomb on that ass like a stealth

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

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

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

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

If it is, nigga then say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and keep on
And Drama make that promise
That shorty 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 die from a blast to the dome
Nigga, not muthafuckin' board

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

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

Just when you it was safe
The Bone niggas 'bout to get and raped
I can slow and audit the tape
bent 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 the blunt
Why you compete to be doomed
Now you gon' see Eazy-E

the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and start
I'm a Bone Crusher, county or nothin'
no bluffin'

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

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