Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

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

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

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels?
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, me Land 'O Lakes
got more on the streets than Cali after earthquakes
gon' vouch for this
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) Ewing and the draft pick
money, that was all in Eighty-Nine
locked down block, made all gravy mine
Gucci slides cost
I, pulled up in the I
and A.J. a Joe-Paul-Mary
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 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 runnin' spots in both North and Carolina
by Ninety I was already a crack
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 month in Fila Valores
the way I used to equip my features
I was comin' to Junior High School in better than the teachers
'bout my paper, I even think 'bout the chicks
but I kept everything from my link to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I to cook as a child
got knocked for attempt, the lawyers looked at my trial
got at Eighteen, I took it and smiled
came home in and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)