Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll with the hardcore funk, the sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious material
So simple, I rock wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Green Bandit)
my career so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Nubian
Changed up they style, jeans to suits and
Thinking 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, change your
Come around the block
Pump Color Me to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a thing
My background sing, my background for the crossover

The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' their
To go gold, going, going, gone, another sold
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, 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 fans, they ill
to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Thats when the switch to the pop tip
(Kid, gonna be large)
Yea right, that's what the company
Forget the black crowds, you're now
In a zoot suit, frontin' black lookin' mad
I speak for the (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next
From the US to the white of Dover
Strictly funk, keep the crossover

(So whatcha sayin) You go pop goes 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 hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it
And all sucker MCs duck down and get the
So ban the crossover, yo, wit me
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me

Another megablast funky dope style cross yonder
(So me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to ya (see ya)
a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout
Cause you got gassed and took the route
on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky dope line
But when they wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no business like business
But if the truth, please explain why is this
Rappers 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, the crossover