Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
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 Eyed Bandit)
Control my so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Nubian
Changed up they style, from to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, made for the station
For a whole new
of a new type of scene
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change your
Come around the block
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick
Let them know your logo, not a black
My background sing, my background sing for the

The rap era's outta control, 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, stick to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the rolls
I know your head is bobbin' cuz the knows
(Not like rappers) frontin' on they 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 what the company
Forget the 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, me chillin' on my next tour
From the US to the white of Dover
Strictly funk, keep the crossover

(So whatcha sayin) You go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be rocking the fans wit something
But you to piss me off black
So I flex the biceps so I can em back
So real hardcore continue wreck it
And all sucker MCs duck down and get the
So ban the crossover, yo, wit me
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me

Another megablast dope style from cross yonder
(So help me Rhonda, 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 fans shout
Cause you got and took the wrong route
on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky dope line
But when they wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no business like show
But if this the truth, explain why is this
Rappers around long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I seen one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a four clover
I stick to underground, the crossover