Luyện nghe bài hát Cross That Line

Up Front,
Convikt
Ross, C's

If you ever cross that
I guarantee you be nothin' to save ya
I got a whole bunch of
Ready to the trigga
And we all for paper

Comin' from a life of
Tryna be on my behavior
You see my gettin' bigger
But still that ***
Bustin' at them haters
But only if you cross that

I was in the ***
But what it worse, every first is a packed house
brother knowin' life illegal
No toys, playin' wit pipes and needles

I'm find knights and regals
on the paint just so life will see ya
Green cards for the lunch
Now his green scream larger than seats crush

Big *** for the other
Try me I'ma teach his homicide
I see his momma eyes
I done cried 20 now I'm runnin' dry

If you ever cross line
I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to ya
I got a bunch of gorillas
Ready to pull the
And we all for paper

Comin' from a life of
Tryna be on my best
You see my rep's gettin'
But that same ***
shots at them haters
But only if you cross that

cross that line
Hopin' that you cross that line
Don't that line
Baby, cross that line

When I'm low on funds, I'ma up
ya in the head I'ma open one
African in bed, she hope I'm done
See the voodoo priest, then the *** come

up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
Got credit, got *** debit
Walk in the 40-40, score, bet it
Four chains ***, I'm progetic

But the 4 pellets will prosthetics
If you get it, just don't let it
A life is a light sentence
All my homies got 'em, they just like

If you ever that line
I guarantee you be nothin' to save ya
I got a whole bunch of
Ready to the trigga
And we all for that

Comin' from a life of
Tryna be on my behavior
You see my gettin' bigger
But still same ***
Bustin' at them haters
But only if you that line

Don't cross line
Hopin' that you don't that line
Don't cross that
Baby, don't that line

Don't push me, I ***
You be killas', that is 'Could be'
The last minute of your last
I'm the last entrance before your last step

a *** papa, my block gotta
Cross the line, pay the fine, cop
No matter age, creed or color
Can't cut it, choppin' through the butter

wonder will I last long
Even I showed my *** on my last song
I gets my mash on, no on
Ross, baby, it'll be a sad song

If you ever that line
I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to ya
I got a whole bunch of
Ready to the trigga
And we all for paper

Comin' from a life of
be on my best behavior
You see my gettin' bigger
But still that ***
shots at them haters
But only if you cross line

cross that line
Hopin' that you cross that line
Don't cross line
Baby, don't that line