Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, funk material
So simple, when I rock wit the
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 about a pop record, somethin' made for the
For a whole new
Ship of a new of scene
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off boy, change your mission
Come back the block
Pump Color Me to the ah, tick tock
Let them your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background for the crossover

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

(So whatcha sayin) You go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be rocking the fans wit diesel
But you insist to me off black
So I flex the biceps so I can em back
So real hardcore hip-hop 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 funky 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 clout is what the fans will
Cause you got gassed and the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a dope line
But when they finish wit you (beep)
say there's no business like show business
But if this the truth, please explain why is
Rappers around long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I haven't seen one rapper livin'
No time to pick and wish on a four clover
I stick to underground, keep the