Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Country

[Verse 1:
Young rich nigga, riding the city with the mac
Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the
Whipping and breaking it, 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 nothing to about
Shaking like a stripper, put mac chicken in up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up, and bust it
Migo Jerz, whipping 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 and bang 'em like OJ Mayo
You niggas are rookie but Takeoff, I'm a vet
'Set 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 rich 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 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 nigga
Now I'm a type of nigga
A nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I him
White people, they treat me like I'm a victim
Now they screaming out "Free Activis"
They talking bout Activis be discontinued
Check my cup of muddy trouble, got in the attic
Catch me riding with packs in my
Trap, trap dab I'm on the revenue
a brick, and remix it with the dog food
Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Clues
24 karat my chain, Mr. T the fool
P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee
Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too
Call me Takeoff Hefner, I got playboy bunnies
Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me till a be cumming

Quavo]
Cross the country, cross the
You may been there catch me
the country, cross the country, cross the country
Coca leaves, and palm trees, we the country
Cross the country, the country
She don't understand English, but she 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 gotta make a
I a mustang, drop top, no brain
Police had a nigga, cause know I'm in a gang
Taking pictures of a nigga, like a groupie, a fan
On my lick, only got a little bit of change
Thinking Obama, something gotta change
Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the
When I got jail, did the same thing
I spent that money, money, 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 wear the chain
They say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a
You know it ain't come Johnny Dang
Fake busta can't bust 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, when are you die
When I'm in the kitchen, I be crack pies
I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at
The is a jungle, my nigga, you better survive
married to the money nigga, that my bride
My gon' shine, might 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 crazy to the migos, boy you know we keep the
Got that chopper, flip a like a domino
Young nigga, never made the honor roll
Hit his ass the 4 4, make him fold
Chattahoochee river, where nigga body float
On the nation, my nigga we up the Folks
She on a mission, to fuck me, better get your ho
Big bank, little bank
Yellow diamonds on my rella, like a moon
Two Glocks on my hip, Tomb Raider
Arnold Schwarzenegger, turn into the

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 whole word know that a nigga rap
But a nigga better not provoke me
in the game with the formula, sold it
Now I switch it up on you phonies
full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you
All you can eat in my trap, like Shoney's
Rich Timeline: That's my motherfucking testimony
Out in the desert, got bricks in the
Rich nigga, with a pot of gold, a leprechaun
And I'm thinking 'bout to Babylon
My niggas collecting funds
We built an empire, like
QC the label, the gang
told you, I want the M&Ms;, fuck the fame
No shame in the game, I'm a bull the nine
Like Deng, finna bang with the thing
Walking through the crowd, gotta tuck the chain
Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, 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 wanna be him
Caught him two later in the club, with his mamacita
He had jewelry on him, worth $100, so I took it from him
the first 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 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
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