Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

(Chorus)
you want me to cross the
come 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
seldomely ever talk cell phones
or chase dudes, I choke 'em bass tubes
every whip, every bitch, every coat
'88 to right now I was never broke
back I was V'd up
a nut cup, problem with the price nigga? see Buck
never in line nigga, I bump
pay everybody shit to get to the front
young, did I mention One?
with more houses that sell than Century One
respect 'cause they know we big
and ain't us up for bodies that they know we did
that M clean you out like ammonia
'89 fuckin' Appolonia.

(Clipse)
Last Robinson, first name Stacy
I was Cagney high and gettin' head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, was still masin'
I was a Millionaire when James was freebasin'
I paved the way, showed ballers how to today
I chopped the off my ride that day
imagine all the I made?
to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days
they would shoot up my
I would just slide back through with new and a paint job
like a gold One-Ninety
with a panel reading, I want you to find me
c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it with a Kit
you put the shit in the needle and hit it, that was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me
I'm from Virginia the Southern draw
mind 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
get split like bananas, trust me
keep it butter, call me 'O Lakes
got more crack on the streets than Cali earthquakes
Southwest vouch for this
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the pick
money, that was all in Eighty-Nine
locked down every block, made all gravy
slides cost Three-Twenty-Five
I, up in the Three-Twenty-Five I
and A.J. bought a
shirts, his gators was Blueberry
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 know beatbox, I was O.T. at
given a at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't nobody come the minor
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 by the shores
and I could go a month straight in Valores
the way I used to with 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 everything Gucci from my link to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I learned to cook as a
got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my
got Five at Eighteen, I it and smiled
came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)