Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
get wit this, mackadocious funk material
So simple, I rock wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Green Bandit)
Control my so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Nubian
Changed up style, from jeans to suits and
about a pop record, somethin' made for the station
For a new relation
of a new type of scene
To go and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off boy, change your mission
Come back around the
Pump Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let know your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing for the

The rap outta control, brother's sellin' 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, I'll stick to Kid
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad
I know your head is bobbin' cuz the neck
(Not like other rappers) frontin' on fans, they ill
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be to sell a mill"
Thats when the mind to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, that's the company kicks
Forget the black crowds, wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' black lookin' mad
I for the hardcore (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next
the US to the white cliffs of Dover
Strictly funk, keep 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 me off black
So I flex the biceps so I can em back
So real hardcore continue wreck it
And all sucker MCs duck and get the message
So ban the crossover, yo, wit me
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me

Another megablast dope style from cross yonder
(So me Rhonda, help, 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 clout is the fans will shout
Cause you got and took the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a dope line
But they finish wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no business like business
But if this the truth, explain why is this
been around long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I haven't one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a leaf clover
I to underground, keep the crossover