Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

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

(Clipse)
Last Robinson, first name Stacy
I was gettin' high and gettin' head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was still
I was a Millionaire when Rick James was
I paved the way, showed how to ride today
I chopped the roof off my ride day
imagine all the I made?
used to have to pull my sun down for shade on cloudy days
they would shoot up my
I would just slide back through with new and a paint job
like a gold One-Ninety
with a panel reading, I want you to find me
c'mon, I sold that Rider, and it came with a Kit
when you put the in the needle and hit it, that was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, me ya'll
I'm Virginia where the Southern draw
mind me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's Bucky, my jewels? husky
connects like broads, I 'em but they don't fuck me
who owe me money in the streets? try to me
wigs get split like bananas, me
keep it butter, call me Land 'O
got more crack on the streets than Cali earthquakes
Southwest gon' vouch for
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 slides Three-Twenty-Five
I, pulled up in the I
and A.J. bought a
silk shirts, his gators was
and this the OG's used to do
scoop every boy and treat 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's like don't know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
a half at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't nobody come the minor
that was spots in both North and South Carolina
by Ninety I was already a crack
pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac
I ain't cop Uptown, I re'd by the shores
and I could go a month straight in Valores
the way I used to equip with my
I was comin' to Junior High School in whips than the teachers
'bout my paper, I even think 'bout the chicks
but I kept everything Gucci from my to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I to cook as a child
got knocked for attempt, the lawyers 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)