Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore
Let's get wit this, mackadocious material
So simple, when I rock wit the
Who am I (E-D the Green Bandit)
my career so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Brand
up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, somethin' for the station
For a new relation
Ship of a new of scene
To go and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, your mission
Come back around the
Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a black
My background sing, my sing for the crossover

The rap era's control, brother's sellin' their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
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"
when the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, gonna be large)
Yea right, that's what the kicks
Forget the black crowds, wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' black mad foul
I speak for the (rough, rugged 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 the fans wit something diesel
But you insist to piss me off
So I the biceps so I can push em back
So real 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, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you
Outta here, gone, peace, to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans shout
Cause you got gassed and took the wrong
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 the truth, please explain why is this
been around long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I seen one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a four clover
I stick to underground, the crossover