Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

(Chorus)
you want me to the border?
well 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
seldomely talk over cell phones
or chase dudes, I choke 'em bass tubes
every whip, every bitch, 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
waitin' in line nigga, I bump
pay shit just to get to the front
young, did I Twenty One?
more houses that sell than Century Twenty One
cops respect 'cause they 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' from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was 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
all the hate I made?
used to have to my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days
they would up my cars
I would slide back through with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant like a gold
with a side panel reading, I you to find me
c'mon, I sold Night Rider, and it came with a Kit
when you put the in the needle and hit it, that was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, me ya'll
I'm from Virginia where the 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 streets? try to me
wigs get split like bananas, me
keep it butter, me Land 'O Lakes
got crack on the streets than Cali after earthquakes
Southwest gon' for this
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the pick
easy money, was all in Eighty-Nine
locked every block, made all gravy mine
slides cost Three-Twenty-Five
I, up in the Three-Twenty-Five I
and A.J. a Joe-Paul-Mary
silk shirts, his gators was
and this the OG's used to do
scoop young boy and treat 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's like ya'll don't beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
given a half at Six, an O.Z. at
ain't nobody come the minor
that was runnin' spots in both North and South
by Ninety I was already a crack
pullin' up a 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 'bout the chicks
but I kept Gucci from my link to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I learned to as a child
got for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my trial
got at Eighteen, I took it and smiled
came home in Ninety-Two and Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)