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 makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on

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

See me load the AK, 'em run when we spray
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

in my mob is too suave
We ride G cars, in it like the world is ours
disrespect or get your chest split like cigars
In this of crooks tryin' to avoid jail bars

But it's so hard to make especially
If you got no Ph.D. or connect on phat keys
See mobstability is for with nothing to lose
psycho from this drama you go through paying dues

I get a buck in your side tryin' to 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
'Cause K-Town bomb on that ass like a stealth

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
With judges be quick to us homies and strangers
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 county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
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 the style
Then damn near everybody it and passed it around
Now these muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we puttin' it
And no sooner or later, the world gon' realize they fakin'

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

Like nobody 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 no love then it ain't none

If it is, then then say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' 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 and the chrome
This Chi gotta die from a blast to the
Nigga, not muthafuckin' board

I receive my from G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
But the art of war nigga, must've found bored
Tellin' me to into 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 on that shit odyssey mumblin' R and B
You can the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
Kill the of the Harmony

when you thought it was safe
The Bone niggas to get slaughtered and raped
I can slow down and 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 see Eazy-E soon

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

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

In the of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers
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