Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
Roll the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk
So simple, when I wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Green Bandit)
Control my career so I can never get
But the rest are Brand Nubian
Changed up they style, from jeans to and
Thinking about a pop record, somethin' made for the
For a whole new
Ship of a new type of
To go and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, your mission
Come back the block
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tock
Let them your logo, not a black thing
My sing, my background sing for the crossover

The rap era's outta control, brother's their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another sold
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, how the Squad rolls
I know your is bobbin' cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, ill
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be to sell a mill"
Thats when the switch 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, black lookin' mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (rough, and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me on my next tour
From the US to the white of Dover
underground funk, keep the crossover

(So whatcha sayin) You go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be rocking the fans wit diesel
But you insist to piss me off
So I the biceps so I can push em back
So real hip-hop 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 cross
(So help me Rhonda, help, me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea you over
here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is what the will shout
you got gassed and took the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky line
But when they finish wit you (beep)
Some say no business like show business
But if this the truth, please explain why is
been around long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I haven't seen one rapper comfortably
No time to pick and on a four leaf clover
I to underground, keep the crossover