Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Country

[Verse 1:
Young rich nigga, riding round the city the mac
Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the
and breaking it, making it, taking it
Nigga they mistake me, I'm selling that midget, nah for real
What the a nigga really wanna talk about?
You a bitch, we got nothing to talk about
like a stripper, put that mac chicken in up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up, and 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 gotta low
Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em OJ Mayo
You are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet
'Set told me trapping and dabbing get that pussy wet
No Crocodile Dundee, vet
I wanna do, I do it, Nike check
I'm a nigga, with the rich nigga ambitions
At the Migo show, a nigga titties
There's to this shit like Meek said
And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to it
After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he suspicious
right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga
And all he was a picture
I used to smoke swishers, like a regular
Now I'm a backwoods type of
A nigga, he run up, to rob, I shot him
White people, they treat me like I'm a victim
Now people they out "Free Activis"
They talking bout Activis be discontinued
Check my cup of trouble, got packs in the attic
me riding with packs in my rental
Trap, trap dab when I'm on the
a brick, and remix it with the dog food
Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues
24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the
Master P, No money, bando jumping like a bungee
Hart, your money is too short, you too funny
Call me Takeoff Hefner, I got playboy bunnies
Fuck it, I beat it, she me till a nigga be cumming

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the country, cross the country
You may never there catch me
Cross the country, cross the country, the country
Coca leaves, and palm trees, we cross the
Cross the country, cross the
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

[Verse 2:
When you in the streets, you you gotta make a name
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 first lick, got a little bit of change
Thinking like Obama, gotta change
Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the
When I got outta jail, did the thing
I spent that money, money, coming like boomerang
Cocaine in her nose like a ring
My nigga be trapping the gas,
Hit the with a chopper, nigga bang bang
I was getting money, way the rap game
As a young nigga, used to wear the chain
They say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a
You know it ain't come from Johnny
Fake busta can't bust me, no lie
Won't catch me with the fake jewelry, I got too much
They my nigga Pistol Pete, for a three-five
I pay the ticket, are you gon' die
When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack
I got chickens in the trunk, you think I at popeyes
The streets is a jungle, my nigga, you better
Getting married to the nigga, that my bride
My diamonds gon' shine, poke you in the eye
You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you getting by
Put the birds in my hands, when's it gon' fly
Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes a spy
talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly
Talking to the migos, boy you know we keep the fire
Got chopper, flip a nigga like a domino
Young rich nigga, made the honor roll
Hit his ass with the 4 4, make him
Chattahoochee river, where nigga body float
On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the
She on a mission, to fuck me, better get your ho
Big bank, take bank
Yellow diamonds on my rella, a moon cake
Two on my hip, like Tomb Raider
Arnold Schwarzenegger, turn into the

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[Verse 3:
the country, my plug he in Wyoming
And the only time I pull up on you, if a owe me
And the whole word know a young nigga rap
But a nigga better not provoke me
Came in the game the formula, sold it
Now I gotta switch it up on you
Pocket of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you
All you can eat in my trap, like it's
Rich Nigga Timeline: my motherfucking testimony
Out in the desert, got bricks in the
Rich nigga, with a pot of gold, like a
And I'm thinking 'bout to Babylon
My niggas collecting extortion
We built an empire, Megatron
QC the label, the gang
Already told you, I the M&Ms;, fuck the fame
No shame in the game, I'm a with the nine
Like Luol Deng, finna bang the thing
Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the
Get juuged, get capped, that's a of the game, squad shit
Oh no, I done rolled the block and I don't see him
I paid a J $200, to hit me when he see him
If I was you right now, I wouldn't be him
Caught him two later in the club, with his mamacita
He had some jewelry on him, $100, so I took it from him
Took the PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment
say he got work, now I own it
Now my squad, they up, no Makonnen
In the players pad, at the Caesar's
Out in Las Vegas, like I'm
All types of and Yen
I got in Berlin
I the Lord forgive me for my sins
I don't wanna do it again
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