Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious material
So simple, when I rock wit the
Who am I (E-D the Green Bandit)
Control my career so I can get stranded
But the rest are gettin Nubian
up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, somethin' made for the
For a new relation
Ship of a new type of
To go platinum and mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change your
Come back the block
Pump Color Me to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a 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 hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, how the Squad rolls
I know your head is cuz the neck knows
(Not like rappers) frontin' on they fans, they ill
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to a mill"
when the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, that's the company kicks
the black crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' lookin' mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (rough, and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me on my next tour
From the US to the white cliffs of
underground funk, keep the crossover

(So whatcha sayin) You wanna go pop the weasel
You know you be rocking the fans wit something diesel
But you insist to me off black
So I flex the biceps so I can em back
So real hip-hop continue wreck it
And all MCs duck 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, 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 route
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a dope line
But they finish wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no business like show
But if the truth, please explain why is this
been around long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I haven't one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to and wish on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, keep the