Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

(Boobonic)
They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant
and aye, the AK bones, Homes
ever talk over cell phones
or chase dudes, I choke 'em bass tubes
every whip, every bitch, leather coat
since '88 to now I was never broke
back I was V'd up
with a nut cup, with the price nigga? see Buck
waitin' in line nigga, I bump
pay everybody just 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 that they know we did
M shit clean 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 was freebasin'
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 visor down for shade on cloudy
would shoot up my cars
I would just slide back through 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 needle and hit it, was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, me ya'll
I'm from Virginia where the draw
don't me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my husky
connects like broads, I fuck 'em but they fuck me
who owe me in the streets? try to duck me
wigs get split like bananas, me
keep it butter, me Land 'O Lakes
got more crack on the streets than Cali after
Southwest gon' for this
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like and the draft pick
easy money, was all in Eighty-Nine
locked every block, made 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 gators was
and this the shit OG's to do
scoop every young boy and 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's like ya'll don't beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
a half at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't nobody come near the
that was runnin' in both North and South Carolina
by Ninety I was already a crack
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 straight in Fila
the way I used to equip my features
I was comin' to Junior School in better whips than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't think 'bout the chicks
but I kept everything from my link to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I learned to cook as a
got for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my trial
got at Eighteen, I took it and smiled
home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)