Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

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

My on that paper, wishin' upon a caper
I to stack 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, watch 'em run when we
Get the fuck up out my way and for pray that this pistol
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning 'til there's nothing in
So Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and your life

Niggas in my mob is too
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 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
psycho from this drama you go through paying dues

I get a in your side tryin' to hussle for a ride
Or hittin' the block to out one of your guys just died
So come to the Chi, it's just risky as hell
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 bustin' like a kamikaze, watch our bodies up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' strap up, up

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

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

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

Like ain't done a thing
But we run a reason these bitches
The more tapes we make the more they all go broke, so '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 on stompin'
And Drama make that solemn
That flyin' all on niggas' business

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

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 look into your eyes, all I see is a
Tell Krayzie in New Orleans he bit

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

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

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

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

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

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
With be quick to hang us homies 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