Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, it's kill or be killed, or die
You take the pie, momma didn't lie
in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm 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 state of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, Feds everyday

See me the AK, watch 'em run when we spray
Get the fuck up out my way and for pray this 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 or get your chest split like cigars
In this county of crooks tryin' to avoid bars

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

I get a in your side 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 just risky as
K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealth

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

Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the
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' realize fakin'

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

Like ain't 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, then then say something
'Cause more of this beats stomp and keep on stompin'
And Drama make solemn promise
That shorty all on niggas' business

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

I receive my blessings G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, must've found breathin'
Tellin' me to into your eyes, all I see is a bitch
Tell 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 the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
Kill the Hoes of the

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

Now [unverified] on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's than the
Why would you compete to be
Now you gon' see soon

Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's rushin'
I reach and start bustin'
I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or
Ain't no

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 then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

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] then it's on, now we gon' up, what's up