Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore
Let's get wit this, funk material
So simple, when I wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can get stranded
But the rest are gettin Brand
Changed up they style, from to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, somethin' for the station
For a new relation
Ship of a new type of
To go platinum and mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, your mission
Come back the block
Pump Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let know your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing for the

The rap outta control, brother's 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, I'll stick to Kid
Funk mode, yeah, kid, how the Squad rolls
I know your head is bobbin' cuz the neck
(Not like rappers) frontin' on they fans, they ill
to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Thats the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, what the company kicks
Forget the black crowds, you're now
In a zoot suit, frontin' black mad foul
I speak for the (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next
the US to the white cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the

(So sayin) You wanna go pop goes 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 push em
So hardcore hip-hop 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 funky style from 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 is what the fans will shout
Cause you got gassed and took the route
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky line
But when they wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no like show business
But if this the truth, explain why is this
Rappers been long, makin' 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