Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

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

(Clipse)
Last name Robinson, name Stacy
I was Cagney high and gettin' head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, was still masin'
I was a Millionaire when Rick James was
I paved the way, ballers how to ride today
I the roof off my ride that day
all the hate I made?
used to to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days
they would up my cars
I would just slide through with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant like a One-Ninety
with a side reading, I want you to find 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 from Virginia the Southern draw
don't me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my husky
connects like broads, I fuck 'em but they don't me
who owe me money in the try to duck me
wigs get split bananas, trust me
keep it butter, call me Land 'O
got more crack on the streets than 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 mine
Gucci cost Three-Twenty-Five
I, pulled up in the I
and A.J. bought a
silk shirts, his gators was
and this the OG's used to do
scoop every young boy and 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's like don't know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
given a at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't nobody come near the
that was spots in both North and South Carolina
by I was already a crack legend
pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac
I cop from Uptown, I re'd by the shores
and I could go a month in Fila Valores
the way I used to with my features
I was comin' to Junior High in better whips than the teachers
my paper, I ain't even think 'bout the chicks
but I kept Gucci from my link to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I learned to as a child
got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I took it and
came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with
I'm back...

(Chorus)