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
Look in my eyes you see the realness, the nine makes you 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 mind state of a native
It's sick in the head, dodgin' Feds

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

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

But it's so to make cheese especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See mobstability is for niggas 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 to find out one of your guys just died
So don't come to the Chi, it's just risky as
'Cause niggas'll bomb 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 like 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, and slangers
With judges be quick to hang us and strangers
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, 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 took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we it down
And ain't no sooner or later, the world gon' they fakin'

Then snatch tapes of the shelves
And break 'em, '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 around these
The more tapes we make the more they all go broke, so 'em
If it ain't no love it ain't none

If it is, then nigga then say
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and on stompin'
And Drama that solemn 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
Chi gotta die from a blast to the dome
Nigga, not Ouija board

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

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

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

Now watch on the stage, beef and the rage
Die on the on the month, 'cause it's than the blunt
Why would you to be doomed
Now you gon' see Eazy-E

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

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