Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll with the funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious 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 they style, from jeans to and
Thinking about a pop record, somethin' made for the
For a whole new
of a new type of scene
To go and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change mission
Come back the block
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick
Let them know logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing for the

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, stick to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, 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, 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 company
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 on my next tour
the US to the white cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the

(So whatcha sayin) You go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be the fans wit something diesel
But you insist to me off black
So I flex the biceps so I can em back
So real hardcore 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

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