Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Country

[Verse 1:
rich nigga, riding round the city with the mac
Take a chopper, and a chicken, now the leakin'
Whipping and breaking it, it, taking it
Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling midget, nah for real
What the a nigga really wanna talk about?
You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk
Shaking a stripper, put that mac chicken in up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up, and it down
Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it
J-1 got PT's, and sold reserved
I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta low
told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo
You niggas are rookie but Takeoff, I'm a vet
'Set told me and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet
No Dundee, Stingray vet
Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike
I'm a young nigga, with the rich ambitions
At the show, a nigga autographing titties
There's to this shit like Meek said
And you to admit it, I don't want to kick 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, a regular nigga
Now I'm a type of nigga
A nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I him
White people, they still me like I'm a victim
Now they screaming out "Free Activis"
They talking that Activis be discontinued
my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic
Catch me riding with in my rental
Trap, dab when I'm on the revenue
Cooking a brick, and remix it with the dog
Diamond brick come a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues
24 my chain, Mr. T pity the fool
Master P, No money, bando jumping like a bungee
Kevin Hart, money is too short, you too funny
Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy
Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me till a be cumming

Quavo]
Cross the country, the country
You may never there catch me
Cross the country, 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
the country, cross the country
I had to get a visa, I'm in and out the country

2: Offset]
When you in the streets, you know you make a name
I stole a mustang, top, no brain
Police had a nigga, cause 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
Thinking like Obama, something change
Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the
When I got jail, did the same thing
I spent money, money, coming back like boomerang
Cocaine in her like 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 the fake chain
They say I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain
You know it ain't come from Dang
Fake watch busta can't me, no lie
catch me with the fake 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 is a jungle, my nigga, you better survive
Getting married to the money nigga, that my
My diamonds 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 bushes a spy
Nigga talking stupid, we let that shit fly
Talking crazy to the migos, boy you we keep the fire
Got that chopper, a nigga like a domino
Young rich nigga, made the honor roll
Hit his ass with the 4 4, make him
Chattahoochee river, where that nigga body
On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the
She on a mission, trying to fuck me, get your ho
Big bank, take bank
Yellow diamonds on my rella, like a moon
Two on my hip, like Tomb Raider
Arnold Schwarzenegger, into the Terminator

Quavo]
[Verse 3:
Cross the country, my plug he in
And the time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me
And the word know that a young nigga rap
But a pussy nigga 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 it's
Nigga Timeline: That's 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 collecting extortion funds
We built an empire, like
QC the label, Migo the
Already you, I want the M&Ms;, fuck the fame
No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the
Luol Deng, finna bang with 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 around 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 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 of Euros and Yen
I got in Berlin
I told the Lord me for my sins
Cause I don't wanna do it
Quavo]