Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore
Let's get wit this, mackadocious material
So simple, when I rock wit the
Who am I (E-D the Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can never get
But the rest are gettin Nubian
Changed up they style, jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, somethin' made for the
For a new relation
Ship of a new of scene
To go platinum and mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, your mission
Come around the block
Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let know your logo, not a black thing
My sing, my background sing for the crossover

The rap era's outta control, sellin' their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another sold
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the rolls
I your head is bobbin' cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) on they fans, they ill
to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Thats when the switch to the pop tip
(Kid, gonna be large)
Yea right, that's the company kicks
Forget the crowds, you're wack now
In a suit, frontin' black lookin' mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (rough, and raw)
I'm here, catch me chillin' on my next tour
From the US to the white of Dover
Strictly funk, keep the crossover

(So whatcha sayin) You go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be rocking the fans wit diesel
But you to piss me off black
So I the biceps so I can push em back
So hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it
And all MCs duck down and get the message
So ban the crossover, yo, wit me
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me

Another megablast funky dope style from cross
(So help me Rhonda, help, me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea you over
Outta here, gone, peace, to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is what the will shout
Cause you got gassed and took the route
Came on the scene, chillin', a funky dope line
But when they wit you (beep) flatline
say there's no business like show business
But if this the truth, explain why is this
Rappers around long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I haven't seen one livin' comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a four clover
I stick to underground, keep the