Luyện nghe bài hát Cross That Line

Up Front,
Muzik
Ross, C's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I'm low on funds, load up
Slap ya in the head open one
African in bed, she just hope I'm
See the priest, then the *** gon' come

Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah
Got credit, got *** debit
in the 40-40, I'ma score, bet it
Four tennis ***, I'm progetic

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

If you ever that line
I guarantee you be nothin' to save 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 behavior
You see my gettin' bigger
But still same ***
shots at them haters
But only if you that line

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

Don't me, I ain't ***
You 'Would be killas', is 'Could be'
The last minute of last breath
I'm the last right 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, stay through the butter

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

If you ever that line
I you there'll be nothin' to save ya
I got a whole 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 gettin'
But that same ***
Bustin' shots at them
But only if you that line

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