Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, funk material
So simple, I rock wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Green Bandit)
Control my career so I can get stranded
But the rest are gettin Brand
Changed up they style, jeans to suits and
about a pop record, somethin' made for the station
For a new relation
Ship of a new type of
To go and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, your mission
Come around the block
Pump Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let know your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my sing for the crossover

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, I'll to Kid Capri
mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
I know your is bobbin' 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 switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, what the company kicks
Forget the crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' lookin' mad foul
I for the hardcore (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my tour
the US to the white cliffs of Dover
Strictly funk, keep the crossover

(So whatcha sayin) You go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be rocking the fans wit something
But you to piss me off black
So I flex the so I can push em back
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

megablast funky dope style from cross yonder
(So me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea you over
Outta here, gone, peace, to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is what the 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
Some say there's no like show business
But if the truth, please explain why is this
Rappers been around long, mad noise you see
I haven't seen one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a four leaf
I to underground, keep the crossover