Luyện nghe bài hát Cross Bronx Expressway

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

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

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

And we searching for this nigga to try, I'm bubbling
If we don't get him now we will in due time
I bust enough shots to him two times, I do crimes
I get caught then my mind's my son's rhymes

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

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

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

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

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

Fucking with me's worse than police
After puffing some I'll probably be abducting your niece
Murdering beats since the days of crease
Been around the seen grams converted to keys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The thing between us if you stop my cream
Is a nineteen and I'ma pop like steam
to stop me and mine from eating you need a doctor
With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from

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

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

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

Yo, we the Bronx
in these peelan adventures
We the monster niggas in dreams
That be stomping ya
So be conscientious, if you
us I'ma call my gentas

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

The is where you fight for yours
Ice your cross, slice cigars, cigars
All day, wyling, freestyling in the
ain't got more drama than Watson off of Colgate

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

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

My resting zone, come on test your throne
I'm blessed chrome, so leave your vest at home
I don't aim for the chest
necks and domes

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

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