Luyện nghe bài hát Cross That Line

Up Front,
Muzik
Ross, C's

If you ever that line
I you there'll be nothin' to save ya
I got a bunch of gorillas
Ready to the trigga
And we all for paper

Comin' from a of crime
Tryna be on my best
You see my rep's gettin'
But still same ***
shots at them haters
But if you cross that line

I was in the ***
But made it worse, every first is a packed house
brother knowin' life illegal
No toys, just playin' wit pipes and

I'm gon' find and regals
5000 on the paint so life will see ya
cards for the free lunch
Now his cards scream larger than seats crush

Big *** for the other
Try me I'ma teach his homicide
I wanna see his eyes
I done cried 20 years now I'm dry

If you ever that line
I guarantee you there'll be to save ya
I got a whole of gorillas
Ready to the trigga
And we all for that

from a life of crime
Tryna be on my behavior
You see my rep's gettin'
But still that ***
Bustin' shots at haters
But only if you cross line

Don't cross that
that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that
Baby, don't cross that

When I'm low on funds, load up
Slap ya in the head open one
African in bed, she hope I'm done
See the voodoo priest, the *** gon' come

up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
Got credit, got *** debit
in the 40-40, I'ma score, bet it
Four tennis ***, I'm progetic

But the 4 will getcha prosthetics
If you get it, just don't let it
A life sentence is a light
All my homies got 'em, they like business

If you ever that line
I you there'll be nothin' to save ya
I got a whole bunch of
to pull the trigga
And we all for paper

Comin' from a life of
Tryna be on my behavior
You see my rep's gettin'
But that same ***
Bustin' at them haters
But only if you cross that

Don't that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that
Don't cross that
Baby, don't that line

push me, I ain't ***
You be killas', that is 'Could be'
The last minute of your breath
I'm the last entrance right before your step

a *** papa, my block gotta
Cross the line, pay the fine, cop
No matter you're age, creed or
cut it, stay choppin' through the butter

Critics will I last long
though I showed my *** on my last song
I my mash on, no mask on
Cross Ross, baby, be a sad song

If you ever cross that
I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to ya
I got a bunch of gorillas
Ready to the trigga
And we all for paper

Comin' from a life of
Tryna be on my best
You see my rep's gettin'
But still that ***
Bustin' shots at haters
But only if you cross that

Don't cross line
Hopin' that you don't cross line
cross that line
Baby, don't that line