Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

(Chorus)
you me to cross the border?
come on baby
you want me to cross the
well on baby

(Boobonic)
call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
and aye, the AK tear bones,
seldomely ever over cell phones
or chase dudes, I choke 'em like tubes
every whip, bitch, every leather coat
since '88 to right now I was broke
back I was V'd up
with a nut cup, with the price nigga? see Buck
never in line nigga, I bump
pay everybody just to get to the front
young, did I mention Twenty
with more houses that sell than Century One
cops respect 'cause they we big
and ain't lock us up for bodies that they we did
M shit clean you out like ammonia
imagine '89 Appolonia.

(Clipse)
Last name Robinson, first name
I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' head from
'88 graffiti, was still masin'
I was a Millionaire Rick James was freebasin'
I paved the way, ballers how to ride today
I chopped the roof off my ride day
imagine all the I made?
used to to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days
they would up my cars
I would just slide through with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant like a One-Ninety
with a side panel reading, I you to find me
c'mon, I that Night Rider, and it came with a Kit
when you put the shit in the and hit it, that was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, me ya'll
I'm from where the Southern draw
don't me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels?
connects broads, I fuck 'em but they don't fuck me
who owe me money in the streets? try to me
get split like bananas, trust me
keep it butter, me Land 'O Lakes
got more crack on the streets than Cali after
Southwest gon' for this
our trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick
money, that was all in Eighty-Nine
locked down every block, all gravy mine
Gucci cost Three-Twenty-Five
I, up in the Three-Twenty-Five I
and A.J. a Joe-Paul-Mary
shirts, his gators was Blueberry
and this the OG's used to do
every young boy and treat 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's ya'll don't know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
given a at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
nobody come near the minor
that was spots in both North and South Carolina
by Ninety I was a crack legend
pullin' up a year in a brown Ac Legend
I ain't cop Uptown, I re'd by the shores
and I could go a straight in Fila Valores
the way I used to equip with my
I was comin' to Junior High School in better than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't think 'bout the chicks
but I kept everything Gucci from my link to my
beatbox Mike, I to cook as a child
got knocked for attempt, the best looked at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I it and smiled
home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)