Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

(Boobonic)
call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
and aye, the AK bones, Homes
ever talk over cell phones
or chase dudes, I choke 'em bass tubes
every whip, bitch, every leather coat
since '88 to right now I was never
back I was V'd up
with a nut cup, problem the price nigga? see Buck
never in line nigga, I bump
pay everybody shit to get to the front
young, did I Twenty One?
with more houses that sell Century Twenty One
cops respect 'cause know 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, chicks was still
I was a Millionaire when James was freebasin'
I paved the way, ballers how to ride today
I the roof off my ride that day
all the hate I made?
used to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on days
would shoot up my cars
I would just back through with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant like a gold
a side panel reading, I want 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 Virginia where the Southern
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
wigs get like bananas, trust me
keep it butter, call me 'O Lakes
got more crack on the streets Cali after earthquakes
gon' vouch for this
our teams trade off (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick
easy money, that was all in
locked down every block, made all gravy
slides cost Three-Twenty-Five
I, pulled up in the 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 like ya'll don't beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
given a at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't nobody come the minor
that was runnin' spots in North and South Carolina
by Ninety I was already a crack
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 month straight in Fila
the way I to equip with my features
I was comin' to Junior High School in better than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't even think 'bout the
but I kept everything Gucci my link to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I learned to as a child
got knocked for attempt, the best looked at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I took it and
came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)