Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cross The Line

The name F R the E
The gat are end where the cops'll clip
Back, flip, hands spring your V
You callin' all an' run to the

Don't make me wet,
With under the T-shirt
The hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard
niggaz like dicks, pause
Thick jaws, act hard, so keep squirtin'

I move work
Like when New York couldn't Boston
the nets, I float on ya block
Hop out, post up, move rocks
the shot down, pass it to Chris

If your got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm
An' my gat at the end of my
the clip prick
Flippin' ya vet, you harm, nigga
Ya'll need a of respect, we runnin' shit

The name, F R the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the
An' I don't have to tell ya twice
An' Trick, R O C bring your way

W A to the Y, 'em
Means don't show love
Freeway no love
Trick, R O C bring this parts

F R E, the ride an' in all
Came from the trip, stuffin' the ride, yea
I'ma ride it on every of your
in every broad or market
Park it, hop out in crew

The heat is on perfect, tuckin' the
I'm fine an' trynna get some tickets for
Freeway's in full
An' all these bitches want millions
Just to my rhyme

An' I don't boss 'em to give nectar
The boy get check-ups, I get neck, I don't ask
When mami's the ax, make my baby momma ask
Look, the crime

An' I don't wanna force to give checks, uh
Without tax, shoot ya from ya head to ya toe
From ya to ya neck
That's what the boy brought, large

The name, F R double the E, 'em
Don't wanna cross the line
An' I don't wanna have to ya twice
An' Trick, R O C bring trouble way

W A to the Y, 'em
Means don't show love
Freeway gets no
Trick, R O C trouble this parts

bring trouble to soloists
The sawed off split, get the fuck dodge
Know this, I from nothin'
So ain't for my gauge to duck
You punks, get line

An' I cock back, ya tee
ya top back, drive through at McDonald's
In of Ronald, put ya brains on ya Big Mac
sure the bitch don't leave

I got a gat an' a in each sleeve
With boxers, so my can breathe
Breeze in the '89
Dealt with my boys, with my whistle on
how you know I got the block on smash

Act up, I put your stripper on
Me an' Sieg', Snoop an' Daz
Because that fuck, couldn't give me the ass
An' they roll up, up, pass me the trees, come on

The name, F R the E, tell 'em
Don't wanna cross the line
An' I don't have to tell ya twice
An' Trick, R O C trouble your way

W A to the Y, 'em
Means that don't show
Freeway gets no
Trick, R O C bring trouble this

It's and done away and we doin' it [Incomprehensible]
Holla, yeah, the rep

F R double the E, 'em
the line, flip ya V?
Ya lost you mind? fuck with Free
Trick, R O C bring trouble way, holla