Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll with the 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)
Control my career so I can get stranded
But the rest are gettin Nubian
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 of scene
To go platinum and mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, your mission
back around the block
Pump Color Me to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a black
My background sing, my background for the crossover

The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, how the Squad rolls
I know head is bobbin' cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, ill
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to a mill"
Thats when the mind to the pop tip
(Kid, gonna be large)
Yea right, that's the company kicks
Forget the black crowds, you're now
In a zoot suit, frontin' lookin' mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (rough, and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my tour
From the US to the white of Dover
Strictly underground funk, the crossover

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