Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, or die
You gotsta take the pie, 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 now, I will pay for my sins later
When I'm living greater, the mind state of a native
sick in the head, dodgin' Feds everyday

See me load the AK, 'em run when we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for pray this pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's 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 is ours
Don't or get your chest split like cigars
In this of crooks tryin' to avoid jail bars

But so hard to make cheese especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect 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 your guys died
So don't come to the Chi, it's just risky as
'Cause K-Town niggas'll on that ass like a stealth

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

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

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

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

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

Come look around Crook County, around, you found me
I been 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 breathin'
me to look into your eyes, all I see is a bitch
Tell Krayzie in New Orleans he bit

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

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

Now watch [unverified] on the stage, and the rage
Die on the first on the month, it's than the blunt
Why would you compete to be
Now you see Eazy-E soon

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still
I reach and start bustin'
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' like a kamikaze, watch our bodies 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 us homies 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