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 Eyed Bandit)
my career so I can never get stranded
But the rest are Brand Nubian
up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking a pop record, somethin' made for the station
For a whole new
of a new type of scene
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change your
Come around the block
Pump Color Me to the ah, tick tock
Let them your logo, not a black thing
My sing, my background sing for the crossover

The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' their
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper
(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 know your head is bobbin' cuz the neck
(Not other rappers) frontin' on they fans, they ill
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to a mill"
Thats the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, gonna be large)
Yea right, what the company kicks
Forget the black crowds, wack now
In a suit, frontin' black lookin' mad foul
I for the hardcore (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me on my next tour
From the US to the white of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the

(So whatcha sayin) You wanna go pop the weasel
You know you be rocking the fans wit something diesel
But you to piss me off black
So I flex the so I can push 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 funky dope style from yonder
(So me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea you over
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is the fans will shout
Cause you got gassed and took the wrong
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky dope
But when they finish wit you (beep)
Some say there's no business show business
But if the truth, please explain why is this
Rappers been long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I seen one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to and wish on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover