Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

(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 choke 'em bass tubes
every whip, bitch, every leather coat
since '88 to now I was never broke
back I was V'd up
with a nut cup, problem with the price see Buck
never in line nigga, I bump
pay everybody shit to get to the front
young, did I mention Twenty
with more houses sell than Century Twenty One
respect 'cause they know we big
and ain't lock us up for that they 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' head from
'88 graffiti, chicks was still
I was a Millionaire Rick James was freebasin'
I the way, showed ballers how to ride today
I chopped the roof off my ride day
all the hate I made?
used to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on days
they shoot up my cars
I would just slide through with new rims and a paint job
like a gold One-Ninety
with a side panel reading, I want you to me
c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it with a Kit
when you put the shit in the 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 Bucky, my jewels? husky
connects like broads, I fuck 'em but they don't me
who owe me money in the try to duck me
get split like bananas, trust me
keep it butter, call me 'O Lakes
got crack on the streets than Cali after earthquakes
Southwest gon' for this
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like and the draft pick
easy money, that was all in
locked down block, made all gravy mine
Gucci slides 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 every young boy and treat 'em to Blue.

(Fabolous)
like ya'll don't 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 South
by I was already 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 to equip with my features
I was comin' to Junior High in better whips than the teachers
'bout my paper, I ain't even think the chicks
but I everything Gucci from my link 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 it and smiled
came home in and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)