Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

(Boobonic)
call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
and aye, the AK bones, Homes
seldomely ever talk over cell
or chase dudes, I 'em like bass tubes
every whip, every bitch, leather coat
since '88 to right now I was broke
back I was V'd up
with a nut cup, 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 that sell than Century Twenty One
cops respect 'cause know we big
and ain't lock us up for bodies that know we did
that M shit you out like ammonia
imagine '89 Appolonia.

(Clipse)
Last name Robinson, name Stacy
I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was still
I was a Millionaire when Rick James was
I the way, showed ballers how to ride today
I chopped the off my ride that day
imagine all the hate I
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 rims and a job
like a gold One-Ninety
with a panel reading, I want you to find me
c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it came 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 Southern
mind me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels?
connects like broads, I fuck 'em but they fuck me
who owe me money in the streets? try to me
wigs get split like bananas, me
it butter, call me Land 'O Lakes
got more crack on the streets than Cali earthquakes
Southwest vouch for this
our trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick
easy money, that was all in
locked down every block, all gravy mine
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 the shit OG's used to do
scoop every boy and treat 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's like ya'll know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
given a at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't nobody near the minor
that was spots in both North and South Carolina
by Ninety I was a crack legend
pullin' up a early in a brown Ac Legend
I ain't cop from Uptown, I by the shores
and I could go a straight in Fila Valores
the way I to equip with my features
I was comin' to Junior High School in better than the teachers
'bout my paper, I even think 'bout the chicks
but I kept everything Gucci my link to my kicks
Mike, I learned to cook as a child
got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers at my trial
got at Eighteen, I took it and smiled
home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)