Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

(Boobonic)
They me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
and aye, the AK bones, Homes
seldomely 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 broke
then I was V'd up
with a nut cup, problem with the nigga? see Buck
never in line nigga, I bump
pay everybody shit just to get to the
young, did I mention Twenty
with more houses that sell Century Twenty One
cops respect 'cause they we big
and ain't lock us up for bodies that they we did
that M shit clean you out 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 Millionaire when James was freebasin'
I paved the way, showed how to ride today
I chopped the roof off my ride day
all the hate I made?
used to have to pull my sun visor for shade on cloudy days
they would shoot up my
I would just slide back with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant like a gold
with a side panel reading, I want you to 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, excuse me
I'm from Virginia where the draw
mind me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's Bucky, my jewels? husky
connects like broads, I fuck 'em but they don't me
who owe me money in the try to duck 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 nicks (Knicks) like and the draft pick
easy money, that was all in
locked down every block, made all gravy
Gucci slides cost
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 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 near the
that was runnin' spots in both North and Carolina
by Ninety I was a crack legend
pullin' up a year early in a Ac Legend
I ain't cop from Uptown, I re'd by the
and I could go a month in Fila Valores
the way I to equip with my features
I was comin' to Junior School in better whips than the teachers
my paper, I ain't even think 'bout the chicks
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 at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I took it and
came in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)