Luyện nghe bài hát Cross That Line

Up Front,
Muzik
Ross, C's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross line
Don't 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 I'm done
See the voodoo priest, then the *** gon'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you ever cross line
I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to ya
I got a whole bunch of
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 that line

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