Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Country

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

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

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

Quavo]
[Verse 3:
the country, my plug he in Wyoming
And the only I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me
And the whole word know that a young rap
But a pussy nigga not provoke me
in the game with the formula, sold it
Now I gotta it up on you phonies
full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you
All you can eat in my trap, it's Shoney's
Rich Nigga Timeline: my motherfucking testimony
Out in the desert, got bricks in the
nigga, with a pot of gold, like a leprechaun
And I'm thinking 'bout to Babylon
My niggas collecting funds
We an empire, like Megatron
QC the label, Migo the
Already you, I want the M&Ms;, fuck the fame
No shame in the game, I'm a bull the nine
Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the
through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain
Get juuged, get capped, a part of the game, squad shit
Oh no, I rolled around the block and I don't see him
I a J $200, just to hit me when he see him
If I was you right now, I wouldn't be him
Caught him two weeks in the club, with his mamacita
He had jewelry on him, worth $100, so I took it from him
Took the first PJ the country, got too hot for a moment
say he got work, now I own it
Now my squad, going up, no Makonnen
In the players pad, at the Palace
Out in Las Vegas, like I'm
All types of and Yen
I got money in
I told the Lord forgive me for my
Cause I wanna do it again
Quavo]