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

(Clipse)
Last name Robinson, name Stacy
I was Cagney high and gettin' head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was still
I was a Millionaire when Rick James was
I the way, showed ballers 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 shade on cloudy
would shoot up my cars
I would just slide back through with new and a paint job
flamboyant like a One-Ninety
with a side reading, I want you to find me
c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it with a Kit
you put the shit in the needle and hit it, that was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me
I'm Virginia where the Southern draw
don't me...

(Mr. Mister)
See, it's lil' Bucky, my husky
connects like broads, I fuck 'em but don't fuck me
who owe me money in the try to duck me
wigs get split bananas, trust me
keep it butter, call me Land 'O
got more on the streets than Cali after earthquakes
Southwest vouch for this
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like and the draft pick
money, that was all in Eighty-Nine
locked 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 shit OG's to do
every young boy and treat 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's like ya'll don't beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve
a half at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve
ain't nobody come near the
that was runnin' spots in both North and South
by Ninety I was already a crack
pullin' up a year early in a Ac Legend
I ain't cop Uptown, I re'd by the shores
and I could go a month in Fila Valores
the way I used to with my features
I was comin' to Junior High School in whips than the teachers
'bout my paper, I even think 'bout the chicks
but I everything Gucci from my link to my kicks
beatbox Mike, I to cook as a child
got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my
got Five at Eighteen, I it and smiled
came home in Ninety-Two and flooded with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)