Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, funk material
So simple, when I rock wit the
Who am I (E-D the Green Bandit)
Control my career so I can get stranded
But the rest are gettin Nubian
Changed up they style, from to suits and
Thinking a pop record, somethin' made for the station
For a whole new
of a new type of scene
To go platinum and 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 them know your logo, not a black
My sing, my background sing for the crossover

The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' 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
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad
I your head is bobbin' cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin' on 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
the black crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' black mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (rough, and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my tour
From the US to the cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the

(So whatcha sayin) You wanna go pop the weasel
You know you be rocking the fans wit something diesel
But you insist to piss me off
So I the biceps so I can push 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

megablast funky dope style from cross yonder
(So me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea you over
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is what the will shout
Cause you got gassed and took the wrong
Came on the scene, chillin', a funky dope line
But when finish wit you (beep) flatline
Some say no business like show business
But if this the truth, please why is this
Rappers been around long, mad noise you see
Still I haven't seen one livin' comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a four clover
I stick to underground, keep the