Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, it's or be killed, hussle or die
You gotsta the pie, momma didn't lie
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine you feel this
The that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a
I need to 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, dodgin' everyday

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

in my mob is too suave
We hundred G cars, in it like the world is ours
Don't disrespect or get your chest like cigars
In county 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 psycho from this drama you go through paying

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

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 [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

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

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

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

If it is, nigga then say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and on stompin'
And make that solemn promise
That shorty flyin' all on niggas'

Come look around Crook County, around, you found me
I must've bad to the bone, get the mask and the chrome
This Chi gotta die from a to the dome
Nigga, not Ouija 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 your eyes, all I see is a bitch
Krayzie in New Orleans that he bit

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

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

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 gon' see soon

Feel the of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
When I reach and bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, county or nothin'
Ain't no

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us 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

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 strap up, what's up