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
and breaking it, making it, taking it
Nigga they mistake me, think I'm that midget, nah for real
What the fuck a nigga really talk about?
You a bitch, we got nothing to talk about
Shaking a stripper, put that mac chicken in up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he me weigh it up, and bust 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 'em like OJ Mayo
You are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet
'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that wet
No Crocodile Dundee, vet
Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike
I'm a young nigga, the rich nigga ambitions
At the Migo show, a autographing titties
There's levels to this like Meek said
And you embarrassed to it, I don't want to kick it
After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he suspicious
Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my
And all he wanted was a
I used to smoke swishers, a regular nigga
Now I'm a backwoods of nigga
A nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I him
White people, still treat 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, trap dab I'm on the revenue
a brick, and remix it with the dog food
Diamond brick come with a note on it, you Blues Clues
24 my chain, Mr. T pity the fool
Master P, No Limit money, bando like a bungee
Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too
Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got bunnies
Fuck it, I it, she sucking me till a nigga be cumming

Quavo]
Cross the country, the country
You may never been catch me
the country, cross the country, cross the country
Coca leaves, and palm trees, we cross the
Cross the country, the country
She don't understand English, but she me
Cross the country, cross the
I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the

[Verse 2:
When you in the streets, you know you gotta a name
I stole a mustang, top, no brain
Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a
Taking of a nigga, like a groupie, like a fan
On my first lick, only got a little bit of
like 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, coming back boomerang
in her nose like a septum ring
My be trapping the gas, propane
Hit the nigga with a chopper, bang bang
I was getting money, way before the rap
As a nigga, used to wear the fake chain
They say I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain
You know it come from Johnny Dang
Fake watch busta can't me, no lie
Won't catch me with the fake jewelry, I got too pride
They killed my nigga Pistol Pete, for a
I pay the ticket, when are you 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
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 just by
Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it fly
Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes a spy
Nigga talking stupid, we let that shit fly
Talking crazy to the migos, boy you know we the fire
Got that chopper, flip a like a domino
Young nigga, never made the honor roll
Hit his ass with the 4 4, him fold
Chattahoochee river, where that 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 moon
Two Glocks on my hip, Tomb Raider
Arnold Schwarzenegger, into the Terminator

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[Verse 3:
the country, my plug he in Wyoming
And the only I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me
And the whole know that a young nigga rap
But a pussy better 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, it's Shoney's
Nigga Timeline: That's my motherfucking testimony
Out in the desert, got bricks in the
nigga, with a pot of gold, like a leprechaun
And I'm thinking moving to Babylon
My collecting extortion funds
We built an empire, Megatron
QC the label, the gang
told 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 the chain
Get juuged, get capped, that's a 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 now, I wouldn't wanna be him
Caught him two later in the club, with his mamacita
He had some jewelry on him, $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 going up, no
In the players pad, at the Palace
Out in Las Vegas, I'm Roman
All types of and Yen
I got in Berlin
I told the Lord forgive me for my
Cause I wanna do it again
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