Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

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

The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another sold
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, stick to Kid Capri
mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
I know your 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, what the company kicks
the black crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' lookin' mad foul
I for the hardcore (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my tour
From the US to the cliffs of Dover
underground funk, keep the crossover

(So whatcha sayin) You go pop goes the weasel
You you should be rocking the fans wit something diesel
But you to piss me off black
So I the biceps so I can push em back
So real 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 cross yonder
(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
Cause you got gassed and the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky line
But when finish wit you (beep) flatline
say there's no business 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 to underground, keep the crossover