Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

In the Chi, kill 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 pain that I'm going through I'm sitting on millions

My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a
I need to stack now, I will pay for my later
When I'm living greater, the mind state of a Westside
It's sick in the head, dodgin' everyday

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

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 this county of crooks tryin' to jail bars

But it's so to make cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on phat
See mobstability is for niggas with to lose
psycho from this drama you go through paying dues

I get a buck in side tryin' to hussle for a ride
Or hittin' the to find out one of your guys just died
So don't to the Chi, it's just risky as hell
'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on 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 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 homies and
No bluffin', we bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our bodies up
War then it's on, now we gon' strap up, what's up

Our county's so crooked, Psycho invented the style
Then damn everybody took it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see we puttin' it down
And no sooner or later, the world gon' realize they fakin'

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

ain't nobody done a thing
But we run a around these bitches
The more tapes we make the more 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 beats gon' stomp and keep on stompin'
And make that solemn promise
That flyin' all on niggas' business

Come look around Crook County, 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 muthafuckin' Ouija

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

about you was lovin' my shit
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

Just when you thought it was
The Bone niggas to get slaughtered and raped
I can slow down and the tape
Y'all and all y'all who thought it was fake

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

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

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 bodies 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 us homies and strangers
No bluffin', we like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' up, what's up