Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

(Chorus)
you me to cross the border?
well come on
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 over phones
or chase dudes, I choke 'em like tubes
every whip, bitch, every leather coat
since '88 to now I was never broke
then I was V'd up
with a nut cup, problem with the price see Buck
never in line nigga, I bump
pay shit just to get to the front
young, did I Twenty One?
with more houses that sell than Twenty One
cops respect they know we big
and ain't lock us up for bodies they know we did
that M shit clean you out ammonia
'89 fuckin' Appolonia.

(Clipse)
Last Robinson, first name Stacy
I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' head Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was masin'
I was a Millionaire when Rick James was
I paved the way, showed how to ride today
I chopped the roof off my that day
imagine all the I made?
used to have to pull my sun visor down for on cloudy days
they shoot up my cars
I just slide back through with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant like a One-Ninety
a side panel reading, I want you to find me
c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it came a Kit
when you put the shit in the needle and hit it, was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, me ya'll
I'm from Virginia the Southern draw
don't me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels?
connects like broads, I fuck 'em but don't fuck me
who owe me money in the streets? try to me
wigs get split like bananas, me
keep it butter, me Land 'O Lakes
got more crack on the streets Cali after earthquakes
gon' 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
Gucci 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 boy and treat '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 near the
was runnin' spots in both North and South Carolina
by I was already a crack legend
pullin' up a year early in a Ac Legend
I ain't cop from Uptown, I re'd by the
and I could go a month in Fila Valores
the way I used to equip with my
I was comin' to Junior High in better whips than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't think 'bout the chicks
but I kept everything Gucci from my link to my
beatbox Mike, I learned to as a child
got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my
got at Eighteen, I took it and smiled
came home in and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)