Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

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

The rap era's outta control, brother's their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, rapper sold
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll to Kid Capri
mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
I know your head is cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin' on fans, they ill
to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Thats when the mind to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, that's what the kicks
the black crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' lookin' mad foul
I speak for the (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, me chillin' on my next tour
From the US to the white 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 so I can push em back
So real hardcore hip-hop wreck 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 dope style from yonder
(So me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you
Outta here, gone, peace, to know ya (see ya)
a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout
Cause you got gassed and the wrong 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, please 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 to underground, keep the crossover