Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

(Clipse)
Last Robinson, first name Stacy
I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' head from
'88 graffiti, chicks was masin'
I was a when Rick James was freebasin'
I paved the way, showed how to ride today
I chopped the roof off my that day
imagine all the hate I
used to have to pull my sun visor for shade on cloudy days
they shoot up my cars
I would just slide back through new rims and a paint job
flamboyant like a gold
with a side reading, I want you to find me
c'mon, I that Night Rider, and it came with a Kit
when you put the in the needle and hit it, that was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me
I'm Virginia where the Southern draw
mind me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels?
connects broads, I fuck 'em but they don't fuck me
who owe me money in the streets? try to me
wigs get split bananas, trust me
keep it butter, call me 'O Lakes
got more crack on the streets than after earthquakes
Southwest gon' for this
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft
easy money, was all in Eighty-Nine
down every block, made all gravy mine
Gucci cost Three-Twenty-Five
I, pulled up in the I
and A.J. bought a
shirts, his gators was Blueberry
and this the OG's used to do
scoop every young boy and 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's like ya'll know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
given a half at Six, an O.Z. at
ain't nobody near the minor
that was runnin' spots in both North and Carolina
by Ninety I was a crack legend
up a year early in a brown Ac Legend
I ain't cop from Uptown, I by the shores
and I could go a straight in Fila Valores
the way I used to with my features
I was comin' to High School in better whips than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't even think 'bout the
but I kept everything Gucci from my to my kicks
Mike, I learned to cook as a child
got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers at my trial
got Five at Eighteen, I took it and
came home in Ninety-Two and flooded with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)