Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

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

(Clipse)
Last name Robinson, name Stacy
I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' head from
'88 graffiti, was still masin'
I was a Millionaire when Rick James was
I paved the way, showed ballers how to ride
I the roof off my ride that day
imagine all the I made?
used to to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days
they shoot up my cars
I would just back through with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant a gold One-Ninety
with a panel reading, I want you to find me
c'mon, I sold that 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 Virginia where the Southern
mind me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's Bucky, my jewels? husky
connects like broads, I 'em but they don't fuck me
who owe me in the streets? try to duck me
wigs get split bananas, trust me
keep it butter, call me 'O Lakes
got more crack on the streets Cali after earthquakes
gon' vouch for this
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) Ewing and the draft pick
easy money, that was all in
down every block, made all gravy mine
Gucci slides cost
I, up in the Three-Twenty-Five I
and A.J. bought a
silk shirts, his gators was
and this the shit OG's 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
a half at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't nobody come the minor
that was spots in both North and South Carolina
by Ninety I was a crack legend
pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac
I ain't cop from Uptown, I re'd by the
and I could go a straight in Fila Valores
the way I to equip with my features
I was comin' to Junior High School in better than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't even 'bout the chicks
but I everything Gucci from my link to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I to cook as a child
got for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I took it and
came in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)