Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Country

[Verse 1:
Young rich nigga, riding the city with the mac
a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'
Whipping and it, making it, taking it
Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling midget, nah for real
What the fuck a nigga really talk about?
You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to about
Shaking like a stripper, put that mac in up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he me weigh it up, and bust it down
Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve
J-1 got PT's, and that reserved
I'm a hot boy, so you know I stay low
Quavo told me, trap on the block and 'em like OJ Mayo
You niggas are but young Takeoff, I'm a vet
'Set told me trapping and dabbing get that pussy wet
No Dundee, Stingray vet
Whatever I wanna do, I do it, check
I'm a young nigga, the rich nigga ambitions
At the Migo show, a nigga autographing
There's levels to this shit like said
And you embarrassed to it, I don't want to kick it
After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he suspicious
Walk right up on him, I'm my nigga
And all he wanted was a
I used to smoke swishers, a regular nigga
Now I'm a type of nigga
A nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I him
White people, they treat me like I'm a victim
Now people they out "Free Activis"
They talking bout that Activis be
my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic
Catch me riding with in my rental
Trap, trap dab when I'm on the
Cooking a brick, and remix it with the dog
Diamond brick come with a note on it, you Blues Clues
24 karat my chain, Mr. T the fool
Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a
Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too
Call me Takeoff Hefner, I got playboy bunnies
Fuck it, I it, she sucking me till a nigga be cumming

Quavo]
Cross the country, the country
You may never there catch me
the country, cross the country, cross the country
Coca leaves, and palm trees, we cross the
Cross the country, the country
She don't English, but she want me
Cross the country, cross the
I had to get a visa, I'm in and out the country

[Verse 2:
When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a
I a mustang, drop top, no brain
Police had a nigga, they know I'm in a gang
Taking pictures of a nigga, a groupie, like a fan
On my lick, only got a little bit of change
like Obama, something gotta change
Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the
When I got jail, did the same thing
I spent that money, money, coming back like
Cocaine in her nose like a ring
My nigga be the gas, propane
Hit the nigga with a chopper, bang bang
I was money, way before the rap game
As a young nigga, used to wear the fake
say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain
You know it ain't from Johnny Dang
Fake busta can't bust me, no lie
Won't catch me with the jewelry, I got too much pride
They killed my nigga Pete, for a three-five
I pay the ticket, are you gon' die
When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking pies
I got chickens in the trunk, you I work at popeyes
The streets is a jungle, my nigga, you better
married to the money nigga, that my bride
My gon' shine, might poke you in the eye
You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just by
Put the in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly
Glah! Glah! Glah! In the like a spy
Nigga stupid, we don't let that shit fly
crazy to the migos, boy you know we keep the fire
Got that chopper, flip a nigga a domino
Young rich nigga, never the honor roll
Hit his ass with the 4 4, him fold
Chattahoochee river, where that nigga body
On the nation, my we throwing up the Folks
She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get ho
Big bank, little bank
Yellow diamonds on my rella, like a cake
Two on my hip, like Tomb Raider
Schwarzenegger, turn into the Terminator

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[Verse 3:
Cross the country, my he in Wyoming
And the only time I pull up on you, if a owe me
And the whole word know that a nigga rap
But a pussy better not provoke me
Came in the game with the formula, it
Now I gotta it up on you phonies
Pocket of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you
All you can eat in my trap, like Shoney's
Nigga Timeline: That's my motherfucking testimony
Out in the desert, got in the donkey
nigga, with a pot of gold, like a leprechaun
And I'm thinking 'bout moving to
My niggas collecting extortion
We an empire, like Megatron
QC the label, Migo the
Already told you, I the M&Ms;, fuck the fame
No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the
Like Deng, finna bang with the thing
Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the
Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad
Oh no, I rolled around the block and I don't see him
I paid a J $200, just to hit me he see him
If I was you now, I wouldn't wanna be him
Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his
He had some jewelry on him, worth $100, so I took it him
Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a
say he got work, now I own it
Now my squad, they going up, no
In the pad, at the Caesar's Palace
Out in Las Vegas, like I'm
All types of and Yen
I got in Berlin
I the Lord forgive me for my sins
Cause I don't wanna do it
Quavo]