Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the sound
get wit this, mackadocious funk material
So simple, I rock wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can get stranded
But the are gettin Brand Nubian
Changed up they style, from jeans to and
Thinking about a pop record, made for the station
For a new relation
of a new type of scene
To go platinum and mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change 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 background sing for the

The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' 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 stick to Kid
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the rolls
I know your head is cuz the neck knows
(Not like rappers) frontin' on they 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
Forget the black crowds, you're now
In a zoot suit, frontin' black mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (rough, and raw)
I'm here, catch me chillin' on my next tour
From the US to the cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the

(So whatcha sayin) You go pop goes the weasel
You know you be rocking the fans wit something diesel
But you insist to piss me off
So I flex the biceps so I can em back
So real hardcore hip-hop wreck it
And all sucker MCs duck and get the message
So ban the crossover, yo, wit me
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me

Another megablast 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
you got gassed and took the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', a funky dope line
But when they finish wit you (beep)
say there's no business like show business
But if the truth, please explain why is this
Rappers been around long, makin' mad you see
Still I seen one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to pick and on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover