Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious material
So simple, when I wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can never get
But the rest are Brand Nubian
Changed up style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, made for the station
For a new relation
of a new type of scene
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change your
Come back around the
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick
Let them 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, another rapper
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the rolls
I know your head is bobbin' cuz the knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, ill
Trying to chill, "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Thats when the 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 suit, frontin' black lookin' mad foul
I speak for the (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm here, catch me chillin' on my next tour
From the US to the white cliffs of
Strictly underground funk, the crossover

(So sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel
You know you be rocking the fans wit something diesel
But you insist to me off black
So I flex the biceps so I can em back
So hardcore hip-hop continue 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 help me Rhonda, help, me Rhonda)
(Yo, what) the crossover, yea crossing you over
here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is the fans will shout
Cause you got gassed and took the route
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky dope
But when they wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no business like show
But if this the truth, please why is this
Rappers around long, makin' mad noise you see
I haven't seen one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to and wish on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover