Luyện nghe bài hát Crook County (Remixed)

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

My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a
I need to stack now, I pay for my sins later
When I'm living greater, the state of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, dodgin' 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 nothing in sight
So Christmas muthafucka, fuck you and your life

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

But so hard to make cheese especially
If you ain't got no Ph.D. or connect on phat
See is for niggas with nothing to lose
Going psycho from this drama you go paying dues

I get a buck in your side tryin' to 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
'Cause niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealth

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

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

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

Like ain't done a thing
But we run a around these bitches
The more tapes we the more they all go broke, so fuck 'em
If it no love then it ain't none

If it is, nigga then say something
'Cause more of this beats gon' stomp and on stompin'
And Drama that solemn promise
shorty flyin' all on niggas' business

Come look around County, look around, you found me
I been bad to the bone, get the mask and the chrome
This Chi gotta die a blast to the dome
Nigga, not Ouija board

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

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

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

the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
When I and start 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 homies and
No bluffin', we like a kamikaze, watch our bodies come up
War [unverified] then it's on, now we gon' strap up, up

In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and
judges be quick 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