Luyện nghe bài hát Cross Bronx Expressway

Yeah, yeah, one time, seventies shit, got the lean
Shit is leaning, it's to the left, it's just leaning,
Like, like he gave it a bag of dugy or a bag of that and Cash
It's just leaning and shit, seventies, the Lord

Aiyyo, I been through many places, done things
Seen the eyes of many faces New York to Texas
To the on Rolexes, not a racist or sexist
And the best is the Lord, none the is Gunz

Nothing less a Lexus, bubble eye with V-V-S's
Trouble minds and times, stacks, I'm trying to double mine
I'm in a six wit double and a couple of nines
Me and tracks back to back, the block a couple of times

And we searching for this to try, I'm bubbling mine
If we get him now then we will in due time
I bust shots to kill him two times, I do crimes
I get caught my mind's defending my son's rhymes

'Cause my thoughts stay running thugs from one-time
I've been through it under the influence, busting off I'm running it
See me say he didn't do it, put the nine to his mind and it
some times I lose it, give me a gun and I'll abuse it

Puffing with my family, my bitch, my or my music
Making killas say he's too when he do shit
But I'm on new shit and it's too late the fuse lit
I treat my like a new bitch and the shit do kick, word

I'm on the Cross Bronx Fat Joe and my man
On the East of town with a blunt in my hand
Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx
Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy

I'm on the Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town with a blunt in my
Commonwealth, Theriott, Plains, Randall
Omestead, Bointain, Colgate,

Play rap loud, politicking
Wit the crack crowd, file, funny how I never seen a rat smile
My trial's one of the reasons why I rap now
But still could blaow any nigga irate now

Fucking me's worse than ducking police
After puffing trees I'll probably be abducting your niece
Murdering beats since the of permanent crease
Been the block seen grams converted to keys

Aah Cartagena, breaks in Argentine
My misses slugs to love me, my wife act like
Terror die for the cause
Even if it means blowing up things and over City Hall

My shit is raw straight the Panama shores
If the can't catch me then they make up a law
Cant take it no more, is fake to the core
My pen friends'll leave you broken negative ore

Bet it all on the Terror Squad click Forrest
Real Bronx niggas that's that spark shit
Regardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that
That's why mothafuckas gotta die this

I'm on the Cross with Gunz my man
On the South side of town a brick in my hand
Forest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard,
Patterson,

I'm on the Cross Bronx Gunz my man
On the South side of with a brick in my hand
Brook Ave., Cyprus, Point, Saint John, Little Vil.
Trinity, Creston,

I had a dream that a team had a keeping the beam
On my head like a infrared dead but I redeem
Now, I'm back nigga, it's on
Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, nigga

Gunz motherfuckers ain't really I'm really going
And feeling I'm showing that my objective is Benz and Lexuses
Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in
So fierce bitches be calling me Exorcist

Far the devil, I'm God I mean I'm Gunz
And I shine sun, rhyme like none, find my gun
Got beef this nigga with hits and shit
Chips and shit, run around here switching

Telling people don't play that, you play this
Telling school you ain't saying that, you say this
You can't wear that, you gotta this
Well, hear this, go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless

The only thing between us if you stop my
Is a glock nineteen and pop like steam
Trying to stop me and mine from you need a doctor
With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you leaking

And a from the deacon as you weaken
And from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reaching
only one Gunz, from what it's worth
That's me, it, burying shit, right in the earth

I'm on the Cross with Big Pun and my man
On the West of town with a gun in my hand
174th, Ave, Bryant, Longfellow, Hoe Ave.
Park, Boston Road, Prospect

I'm on the Cross Bronx Big Pun and my man
On the West of town with a gun in my hand
Lambert, Tremont, Concousre, Ave.
3rd Ave, Ogden, Webster,

Yo, we the Bronx
Partners in these peelan
We the monster niggas in dreams
be stomping ya senseless
So be conscientious, if you
Against us call my gentas

And you nondescripters gonna to face the consequences
We large placentas and you change
niggas long range, wrong gauge
Leaving niggas John Blaze, pays if you nice with yours

The Bronx is where you for yours
Ice your cross, slice cigars, light
All day, wyling, in the hallways
Broadway ain't got more drama Watson off of Colgate

This ain't the old days shorties was busting, ain't no fucking
Some nigga called me a German, I had to bust him
My holding me down with heavy artillery
Chevies and Willies be chilling in front of every

Joey from so he raps Forrest
You could the best for us
But you still place your bets on us
The Bronx baby, where the get blown

My resting zone, come on nigga your throne
I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at
I aim for the chest bitch
necks and domes

I'm on the Cross Bronx uh three of my mens
Running up in your spot a mack in my hand
energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession
Pulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, side

I'm on the Cross with uh, three of my mens
Running up in your spot with a mack in my
ATL, LA, Chicago,
DC, Carolinas, Boston, NY