Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

(Boobonic)
They me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
and aye, the AK tear bones,
seldomely ever talk cell phones
or chase dudes, I 'em like bass tubes
every whip, every bitch, every coat
since '88 to right now I was broke
back I was V'd up
a nut cup, problem with the price nigga? see Buck
never waitin' in nigga, I bump
pay everybody just to get to the front
young, did I mention One?
with more that sell than Century Twenty One
cops respect 'cause know we big
and ain't lock us up for bodies that know we did
that M shit clean you out like
'89 fuckin' 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 when Rick James was
I the way, showed ballers how to ride today
I chopped the roof off my ride day
imagine all the I made?
to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days
they shoot up my cars
I would just slide back through with new and a paint job
flamboyant like a One-Ninety
with a side panel reading, I you to find me
c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it with a Kit
when you put the shit in the needle and hit it, was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me
I'm from where the Southern draw
don't me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's Bucky, my jewels? husky
connects like broads, I fuck 'em but don't fuck me
who owe me money in the streets? try to me
wigs get like bananas, trust me
it butter, call me Land 'O Lakes
got more crack on the streets Cali after earthquakes
Southwest vouch for this
our trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick
easy money, that was all in
locked down every block, made all mine
Gucci cost Three-Twenty-Five
I, up in the Three-Twenty-Five I
and A.J. bought a
silk shirts, his gators was
and this the shit OG's to do
scoop young boy and treat 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's like ya'll don't beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
given a half at Six, an O.Z. at
ain't come near the minor
that was runnin' spots in both and South Carolina
by Ninety I was already a crack
pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac
I ain't cop from Uptown, I re'd by the
and I could go a month straight in Fila
the way I used to equip with my
I was comin' to Junior High in better whips than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't even 'bout the chicks
but I kept everything Gucci from my link to my
beatbox Mike, I to cook as a child
got for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I took it and
came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with
I'm back...

(Chorus)