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 watch the
Whipping and breaking it, making it, it
Nigga they mistake me, think I'm that midget, nah for real
What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk
You a bitch, we ain't got to talk about
Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken in up in his
Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up, and it down
Migo Jerz, that lambo, now watch it swerve
J-1 got PT's, and sold 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 niggas are rookie but 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 titties
There's levels to this shit Meek said
And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to it
After my show, the nigga, he looking suspicious
Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my
And all he was a picture
I to smoke swishers, like a regular nigga
Now I'm a backwoods type of
A nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I him
White people, they still treat me I'm a victim
Now they screaming out "Free Activis"
They talking bout Activis be discontinued
my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic
Catch me with packs in my rental
Trap, trap dab when I'm on the
Cooking a brick, and remix it the dog food
Diamond brick come with a note on it, you Blues Clues
24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the
Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a
Kevin Hart, money is too short, you too funny
Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got bunnies
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, cross the country, cross the
Coca leaves, and palm trees, we the country
the country, cross the country
She don't English, but she want me
Cross the country, the country
I had to get a visa, I'm in and out the country

[Verse 2:
When you in the streets, you you gotta make a name
I a mustang, drop top, no brain
Police had a nigga, cause they 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 outta jail, did the thing
I spent money, money, coming back like boomerang
Cocaine in her nose like a ring
My nigga be trapping the gas,
Hit the nigga a chopper, nigga bang bang
I was getting money, way the rap game
As a nigga, used to wear the fake chain
They say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a
You it ain't come from Johnny Dang
Fake watch busta bust me, no lie
catch me with the fake jewelry, I got too much pride
They killed my nigga Pistol Pete, for a
I pay the ticket, are you gon' die
I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies
I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at
The streets is a jungle, my nigga, you better
Getting married to the nigga, that my bride
My diamonds gon' shine, might you in the eye
You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you getting by
Put the in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly
Glah! Glah! Glah! In the like a spy
talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly
Talking crazy to the migos, boy you know we 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 nigga body float
On the nation, my we throwing up the Folks
She on a mission, trying to fuck me, get your ho
Big bank, little bank
Yellow diamonds on my rella, like a cake
Two Glocks on my hip, like Raider
Arnold Schwarzenegger, turn the Terminator

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3: Quavo]
Cross the country, my plug he in
And the only time I pull up on you, if a owe me
And the whole know that a young nigga rap
But a pussy 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 Shoney's
Rich Nigga Timeline: my motherfucking testimony
Out in the desert, got in the donkey
Rich nigga, with a pot of gold, like a
And I'm thinking moving to Babylon
My niggas collecting 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 the nine
Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the
Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta the chain
Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad
Oh no, I done rolled around the 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
him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita
He had some jewelry on him, worth $100, so I 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 pad, at the Caesar's Palace
Out in Las Vegas, I'm Roman
All types of and Yen
I got money in
I told the forgive me for my sins
Cause I wanna do it again
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