Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

(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 choke 'em bass tubes
every whip, every bitch, leather coat
'88 to right now I was never broke
back I was V'd up
a nut cup, problem with the price nigga? see Buck
never in line nigga, I bump
pay everybody shit to get to the front
young, did I mention Twenty
with more houses that than Century Twenty One
respect 'cause they know we big
and lock us up for bodies that they know we did
that M shit you out like ammonia
'89 fuckin' Appolonia.

(Clipse)
Last name Robinson, name Stacy
I was Cagney high and gettin' head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was masin'
I was a when Rick James was freebasin'
I paved the way, ballers how to ride today
I chopped the off my ride that day
all the hate I made?
used to have to my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days
would shoot up my cars
I would just back through with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant a gold One-Ninety
with a panel reading, I want you to find me
c'mon, I sold 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 the Southern draw
mind me...

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

(Fabolous)
like ya'll don't know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
given a at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't come near the minor
that was runnin' spots in both North and South
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 in Fila Valores
the way I used to with my features
I was to Junior High School in better whips than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't even think the chicks
but I everything Gucci from 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 in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)