Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

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

The rap era's outta control, sellin' their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper
(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 Squad
I know your head is bobbin' cuz the knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, ill
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be to sell a mill"
Thats the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, that's what the kicks
Forget the black crowds, wack now
In a zoot suit, black lookin' mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (rough, and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next
From the US to the white cliffs of
underground funk, keep the crossover

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

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