Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
Roll with the funk, the hardcore sound
get wit this, mackadocious funk material
So simple, when I rock wit the
Who am I (E-D the Green Bandit)
Control my so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Nubian
Changed up style, from 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 clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change mission
back around the block
Pump Color Me to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a black
My background sing, my background sing for the

The rap outta control, brother's 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 stick to Kid
mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
I your head is bobbin' cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) on they fans, they ill
Trying to chill, "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Thats the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, that's what the company
Forget the crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, black lookin' mad foul
I speak for the (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next
the US to the white cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the

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

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