Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
Roll the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk
So simple, when I wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can get stranded
But the rest are gettin Brand
Changed up they style, from jeans to and
Thinking a pop record, somethin' made for the station
For a new relation
Ship of a new of scene
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, your mission
Come back around the
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick
Let them know your logo, not a black
My background sing, my sing for the crossover

The rap outta control, brother's sellin' their 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 Squad
I your 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"
when the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, what the company kicks
the black crowds, you're wack 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 tour
the US to the white cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, 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 piss me off
So I flex the biceps so I can push em
So real hip-hop 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 me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you
here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is what the will shout
Cause you got gassed and the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', a funky dope line
But when they wit you (beep) flatline
say there's no business like show business
But if this the truth, please why is this
been around long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I haven't seen one rapper livin'
No time to pick and on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover