Luyện nghe bài hát Cross That Line

Up Front,
Convikt
Ross, C's

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

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

I was in the ***
But what made it worse, every first is a house
Little brother life illegal
No toys, just wit pipes and needles

I'm gon' find and regals
5000 on the paint so life will see ya
cards for the free lunch
Now his green scream larger than seats crush

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

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

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

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

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

Open up a drum, I'm eatin' crumbs
Got poor credit, got ***
in the 40-40, I'ma score, bet it
Four chains ***, I'm progetic

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

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

from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best
You see my rep's bigger
But still that ***
Bustin' shots at them
But only if you that line

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

Don't me, I ain't ***
You 'Would be killas', that is be'
The last minute of your breath
I'm the last entrance right before your step

Shot a *** papa, my gotta
Cross the line, pay the fine, cop
No matter you're age, or color
cut it, stay choppin' through the butter

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

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

Comin' from a of crime
Tryna be on my best
You see my rep's bigger
But still same ***
Bustin' shots at them
But only if you that line

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