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

(Clipse)
Last name Robinson, first Stacy
I was gettin' high and gettin' head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, was still masin'
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
all the hate I made?
used to have to pull my sun visor for shade on cloudy days
would shoot up my cars
I would just slide back with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant like a gold
with a side panel reading, I want you to me
c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it with a Kit
when you put the shit in the needle and hit it, was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me
I'm Virginia where the Southern draw
mind me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels?
connects 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
keep it butter, call me 'O Lakes
got more crack on the streets than after earthquakes
Southwest gon' for this
our trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick
easy money, was all in Eighty-Nine
locked down block, made all gravy mine
Gucci slides cost
I, pulled up in the I
and A.J. a Joe-Paul-Mary
shirts, his gators was Blueberry
and the shit OG's used to do
scoop young boy and treat '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' spots in both North and South
by I was already a crack legend
pullin' up a early in a brown Ac Legend
I ain't cop from Uptown, I re'd by the
and I could go a month straight in Valores
the way I to equip with my features
I was comin' to Junior High School in better whips 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 looked at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I it and smiled
came in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)