Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

(Boobonic)
They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant
and aye, the AK tear bones,
ever talk over cell phones
or chase dudes, I choke 'em bass tubes
every whip, bitch, every leather coat
'88 to right now I was never broke
back I was V'd up
with a nut cup, problem with the nigga? see Buck
never waitin' in line nigga, I
pay everybody just to get to the front
young, did I mention Twenty
with more houses that sell 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 Robinson, first 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 paved the way, ballers how to ride today
I chopped the roof off my ride day
all the hate I made?
used to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy
they shoot up my cars
I would just slide through with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant like a One-Ninety
with a side panel reading, I want you to me
c'mon, I that Night Rider, and it came with 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 Bucky, my jewels? husky
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
it butter, call me Land 'O Lakes
got more on the streets than Cali after earthquakes
gon' vouch for this
our teams trade off (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick
money, that was all in Eighty-Nine
locked down every block, made all gravy
Gucci slides cost
I, pulled up in the I
and A.J. bought a
silk shirts, his was Blueberry
and the shit OG's used to do
scoop every young boy and '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
ain't nobody come the minor
that was runnin' spots in both North and Carolina
by Ninety I was already a legend
pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac
I ain't cop from Uptown, I by the shores
and I could go a month straight in Fila
the way I to equip with my features
I was comin' to Junior High School in whips than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't even think the chicks
but I everything Gucci from my link to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I to cook as a child
got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I it and smiled
came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)