Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

(Boobonic)
They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant
and aye, the AK tear bones,
seldomely ever over cell phones
or chase dudes, I 'em like bass tubes
whip, every bitch, every leather coat
since '88 to right now I was broke
back I was V'd up
with a nut cup, problem with the nigga? see Buck
never waitin' in nigga, I bump
pay shit just to get to the front
young, did I Twenty One?
with houses that sell than Century Twenty One
cops respect 'cause know we big
and lock us up for bodies that they know we did
M shit clean you out like ammonia
imagine '89 Appolonia.

(Clipse)
name Robinson, first name Stacy
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
imagine all the hate I
used to have to my sun visor down 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
a side panel reading, I want you to find me
c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it came a Kit
you put the shit in the needle and hit it, that was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, me ya'll
I'm Virginia where the Southern draw
mind me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's Bucky, my jewels? husky
connects like broads, I 'em but they don't fuck me
who owe me money in the streets? try to me
wigs get split bananas, trust me
keep it butter, call me Land 'O
got crack on the streets than Cali after earthquakes
Southwest vouch for this
our trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick
easy money, was all in Eighty-Nine
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 OG's to do
every young boy and treat 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's ya'll don't know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
a half at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't come near the minor
was runnin' spots in both North and South Carolina
by I was already a crack legend
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 straight in Fila Valores
the way I used to with my features
I was comin' to Junior High School in better whips the teachers
'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 looked at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I it and smiled
came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with
I'm back...

(Chorus)