Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

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

My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a
I need to now, I will pay for my sins later
When I'm greater, the mind 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 that pistol play
'Cause when I'm heated I'm gunning there's 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 jail

But so hard to make cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on keys
See mobstability is for niggas nothing 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 block to 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 quick to 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

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

Our county's so crooked, Psycho invented the style
Then near everybody 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' realize fakin'

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

Like nobody done a thing
But we run a reason around bitches
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 nigga say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and on stompin'
And Drama that solemn promise
That shorty flyin' all on business

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

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

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

when you thought it was safe
The Bone niggas 'bout to get and raped
I can slow down and audit the
bent 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, it's than the blunt
Why you compete to be doomed
Now you gon' see Eazy-E

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

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 come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we strap up, what's up

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