Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

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

(Clipse)
Last name Robinson, name Stacy
I was gettin' Cagney and gettin' head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was still
I was a Millionaire when Rick James was
I paved the way, showed ballers how to ride
I chopped the roof off my that day
imagine all the I made?
used to have to pull my sun down for shade on cloudy days
they would up my cars
I would just slide back through with new rims and a job
flamboyant a gold One-Ninety
with a side 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, excuse me
I'm from where the Southern draw
mind me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my husky
connects like broads, I fuck 'em but don't fuck 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 on the streets than Cali after earthquakes
Southwest gon' vouch for
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like and the draft pick
easy money, was all in Eighty-Nine
locked down every block, made all gravy
slides 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 OG's used to do
scoop young boy and treat 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's like ya'll don't know beatbox, I was O.T. at
given a half at Six, an O.Z. at
nobody come near the minor
that was runnin' spots in both and South Carolina
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 straight in Valores
the way I used to equip my features
I was comin' to High School in better whips than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't think 'bout the chicks
but I kept everything Gucci from my to my kicks
Mike, I learned to cook as a child
got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my
got Five at Eighteen, I took it and
came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with
I'm back...

(Chorus)