Luyện nghe bài hát Cross That Line

Up Front,
Muzik
Ross, C's

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

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

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

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

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

If you ever cross line
I guarantee you there'll be to save 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 rep's gettin'
But still that ***
shots at them haters
But if you cross that line

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

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

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

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

If you cross that line
I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to ya
I got a whole of gorillas
to pull 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 that ***
Bustin' shots at haters
But only if you cross that

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

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

Shot a *** papa, my gotta
the line, pay the fine, cop dollar
No you're age, creed or color
Can't cut it, stay through the butter

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

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

Comin' from a of crime
Tryna be on my behavior
You see my rep's gettin'
But still that ***
Bustin' at them haters
But if you cross that line

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