Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

(Chorus)
you me to cross the border?
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
ever talk over cell phones
or chase dudes, I choke 'em like bass
whip, every bitch, every leather coat
since '88 to now I was never broke
back I was V'd up
with a nut cup, problem with the price see Buck
never waitin' in line nigga, I
pay everybody shit to get to the front
young, did I mention One?
with more houses that 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 head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was still
I was a when Rick James was freebasin'
I paved the way, showed ballers how to today
I chopped the off my ride that day
all the hate I made?
used to have to pull my sun visor down for on cloudy days
they shoot up my cars
I would just back through with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant a gold One-Ninety
with a side panel reading, I you to find me
c'mon, I that 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
don't me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels?
like broads, I fuck 'em but they don't fuck me
who owe me in the streets? try to duck me
wigs get like bananas, trust me
it butter, call me Land 'O Lakes
got crack on the streets than Cali after earthquakes
Southwest vouch for this
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the pick
easy money, that was all in
locked down every block, made all gravy
slides cost Three-Twenty-Five
I, pulled up in the I
and A.J. a Joe-Paul-Mary
silk shirts, his gators was
and the shit OG's used to do
scoop every young boy and treat 'em to 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 runnin' in both North and South Carolina
by Ninety I was a crack legend
pullin' up a year in a brown Ac Legend
I ain't cop from Uptown, I by the shores
and I could go a month straight in Fila
the way I used to equip with my
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 Gucci my link to my kicks
Mike, I learned to cook as a child
got for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I took it and
came home in and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)