Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk
So simple, when I wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Green Bandit)
Control my career so I can never get
But the rest are gettin Nubian
Changed up they style, jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, made for the station
For a new relation
of a new type of scene
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change mission
Come back the block
Pump Color Me to the ah, tick tock
Let know 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, rapper 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 cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) on they 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, that's what the company
Forget the black crowds, wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' lookin' mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (rough, and raw)
I'm outta here, me chillin' on my next tour
From the US to the cliffs of Dover
Strictly funk, keep the crossover

(So sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be rocking the wit something diesel
But you to piss me off black
So I the biceps so I can push em back
So real hardcore hip-hop continue it
And all MCs duck down and get the message
So ban the crossover, yo, wit me
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me

megablast funky dope style from cross yonder
(So help me Rhonda, help, me Rhonda)
(Yo, what) the crossover, yea crossing you over
Outta here, gone, peace, to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no is what 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 like show business
But if the truth, please explain why is this
Rappers been around long, makin' mad you see
Still I seen one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover