Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
with 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 Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can get stranded
But the rest are Brand Nubian
up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, made for the station
For a whole new
Ship of a new type of
To go platinum and mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, your mission
Come around the block
Pump Color Me to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a thing
My background sing, my 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 strictly hip-hop, I'll to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the rolls
I know head is bobbin' cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) 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 the company kicks
Forget the black crowds, you're now
In a suit, frontin' black lookin' mad foul
I speak for the (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my tour
From the US to the cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, the crossover

(So sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel
You you should be rocking 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 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

Another funky 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 what the will shout
Cause you got gassed and the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', a funky dope line
But they finish wit you (beep) flatline
say there's no business like show business
But if the truth, please explain why is this
Rappers been around long, mad noise you see
Still I haven't one rapper livin' comfortably
No to pick and wish on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover