Luyện nghe bài hát Cross The Border Remix

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

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

(Clipse)
Last name Robinson, name Stacy
I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was still
I was a Millionaire when James was freebasin'
I paved the way, showed ballers how to today
I chopped the roof off my ride day
imagine all the I made?
used to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy
they would shoot up my
I would just back through with new rims and a paint job
flamboyant like a One-Ninety
with a panel reading, I want you to find me
c'mon, I sold Night Rider, and it came with a Kit
when you put the shit in the and hit it, that was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me
I'm from Virginia where the 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 try to duck me
wigs get like bananas, trust me
keep it butter, call me 'O Lakes
got more crack on the than Cali after earthquakes
Southwest vouch for this
our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) Ewing and the draft pick
easy money, was all in Eighty-Nine
down every block, made all gravy mine
Gucci slides Three-Twenty-Five
I, pulled up in the I
and A.J. bought a
shirts, his gators was Blueberry
and this the shit used to do
every young boy and treat 'em to City Blue.

(Fabolous)
It's ya'll don't know 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 Carolina
by Ninety I was a crack legend
pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac
I ain't cop from Uptown, I by the shores
and I could go a month in Fila Valores
the way I used to equip my features
I was to Junior 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 to cook as a child
got knocked for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my
got Five at Eighteen, I it and smiled
home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

(Chorus)