Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll with the funk, the hardcore 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 so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Nubian
up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking a pop record, somethin' made for the station
For a whole new
Ship of a new of scene
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change your
Come back around the
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick
Let them know your logo, not a thing
My background sing, my sing 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 stick to Kid
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the rolls
I know your head is cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) on they fans, they ill
to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Thats when the mind to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, that's what the kicks
Forget the black crowds, you're 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 cliffs of Dover
underground funk, keep the crossover

(So whatcha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the
You know you be rocking the fans wit something diesel
But you insist to piss me off
So I flex the biceps so I can em back
So real hardcore 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 cross
(So help me Rhonda, help, me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea you over
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 the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a dope line
But when they wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no 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 comfortably
No to pick and wish on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover