Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious material
So simple, when I rock wit the
Who am I (E-D the Eyed Bandit)
my career so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Nubian
Changed up they style, from jeans to and
Thinking a pop record, somethin' 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 boy, change your mission
Come around the block
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick
Let them know your logo, not a black
My sing, my background sing for the crossover

The rap era's outta control, sellin' their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the rolls
I your head is bobbin' cuz the neck knows
(Not like rappers) frontin' on they fans, they ill
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be to sell a mill"
Thats when the switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, that's what the company
the black crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' 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 white of Dover
Strictly funk, keep the crossover

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

Another megablast funky dope style from yonder
(So help me Rhonda, help, me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea you over
Outta here, gone, peace, to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans shout
Cause you got and took the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a dope line
But when they finish wit you (beep)
Some say there's no like show business
But if this the truth, explain why is this
Rappers been around long, makin' mad you see
Still I haven't one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover