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 the leakin'
Whipping and it, making it, taking it
Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for
What the a nigga really wanna talk about?
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 me weigh it up, and bust it down
Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it
J-1 got PT's, and that reserved
I'm a hot boy, so you I gotta stay low
Quavo told me, trap on the and bang 'em like OJ Mayo
You are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet
'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get pussy wet
No Crocodile Dundee, vet
Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike
I'm a young nigga, the rich nigga ambitions
At the show, a nigga autographing titties
levels 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 looking
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, to rob, I shot him
White people, still treat me like I'm a victim
Now people screaming out "Free Activis"
They talking bout Activis be discontinued
Check my cup of muddy trouble, got in the attic
Catch me riding packs in my rental
Trap, trap dab I'm on the revenue
Cooking a brick, and it with 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 money, bando jumping like a bungee
Hart, your money is too short, you too funny
Call me Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies
Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me a nigga 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 trees, we cross the country
the country, cross the country
She don't understand English, but she 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 know you gotta make a
I stole a mustang, top, no brain
Police had a nigga, cause know I'm in a gang
pictures of a nigga, like a groupie, like a fan
On my first lick, only got a bit of change
Thinking Obama, something gotta change
Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the
When I got outta jail, did the same
I spent that money, money, coming like boomerang
Cocaine in her nose like a septum
My be trapping the gas, propane
Hit the nigga with a chopper, bang bang
I was getting money, way the rap game
As a young nigga, used to the fake chain
say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain
You know it come from Johnny Dang
Fake watch can't bust me, no lie
Won't catch me with the jewelry, I got too much pride
killed my nigga Pistol Pete, for a three-five
I pay the ticket, are you gon' die
When I'm in the kitchen, I be crack pies
I got chickens in the trunk, you think I at popeyes
The streets is a jungle, my nigga, you survive
married to the money nigga, that my bride
My diamonds shine, might poke you in the eye
You by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by
Put the birds in my hands, knows it gon' fly
Glah! Glah! Glah! In the like a spy
Nigga 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
rich nigga, never made the honor roll
Hit his ass with the 4 4, make him
river, where that nigga body float
On the nation, my nigga we 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, into the Terminator

Quavo]
[Verse 3:
Cross the country, my plug he in
And the only time I up on you, if a nigga owe me
And the whole word know that a young rap
But a pussy nigga better not me
Came in the game the formula, sold it
Now I gotta switch it up on you
full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you
All you can eat in my trap, like Shoney's
Rich Nigga Timeline: That's my motherfucking
Out in the desert, got in the donkey
nigga, with a pot of gold, like a leprechaun
And I'm 'bout moving to Babylon
My niggas collecting funds
We built an empire, Megatron
QC the label, the gang
Already told you, I want the M&Ms;, the fame
No in the game, I'm a bull with the nine
Like Luol Deng, bang with the thing
through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain
Get juuged, get capped, a part of the game, squad shit
Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I 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 some jewelry on him, $100, so I took it from him
Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a
say he got work, now I own it
Now my squad, going up, no Makonnen
In the pad, at the Caesar's Palace
Out in Las Vegas, like I'm
All types of and Yen
I got money in
I the Lord forgive me for my sins
Cause I don't do it again
Quavo]