Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

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

(Clipse)
Last name Robinson, first name
I was gettin' Cagney high and head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was masin'
I was a Millionaire when James was freebasin'
I paved the way, showed ballers how to ride
I chopped the roof off my ride day
all the hate I made?
used to to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days
would shoot 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 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, excuse me
I'm from Virginia 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 try to duck me
get split 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 trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick
easy money, that was all in
locked down every block, made all gravy
Gucci slides Three-Twenty-Five
I, up in the Three-Twenty-Five I
and A.J. a Joe-Paul-Mary
silk shirts, his was Blueberry
and this the shit used 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 at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't nobody come the minor
was runnin' spots in both North and South Carolina
by Ninety I was already a crack
pullin' up a year early in a Ac Legend
I ain't cop Uptown, I re'd by the shores
and I could go a month in Fila Valores
the way I used to equip with my
I was comin' to Junior High School in better whips than the
'bout my paper, I ain't even think 'bout the
but I kept Gucci from my link to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I learned to cook as a
got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my
got at Eighteen, I took it and smiled
came in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)