Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll with the hardcore funk, the sound
Let's get wit this, funk material
So simple, when I 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 they style, from jeans to and
Thinking about a pop record, made for the station
For a whole new
Ship of a new of scene
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change your
back around the block
Pump Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let them your logo, not a black thing
My sing, my background sing for the crossover

The rap era's control, brother's sellin' their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another sold
(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 Squad
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 great to a mill"
Thats the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, that's what the company
Forget the crowds, you're wack 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 white cliffs of
Strictly underground funk, keep the

(So whatcha sayin) You wanna go pop the weasel
You know you should be rocking the fans wit diesel
But you insist to me off black
So I flex the biceps so I can em back
So hardcore 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 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 will shout
Cause you got and took the wrong route
on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky dope line
But when finish wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no like show business
But if this the truth, please why is this
Rappers 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