Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
Roll the hardcore funk, the hardcore 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 career so I can get stranded
But the rest are gettin Brand
Changed up style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, somethin' for the station
For a new relation
Ship of a new type of
To go and clock 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 your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing for the

The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' their
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
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the rolls
I know your head is cuz the neck knows
(Not other rappers) frontin' on they fans, they ill
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to a mill"
when the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, gonna be large)
Yea right, that's what the kicks
the black crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, black lookin' mad foul
I speak for the (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next
From the US to the white of Dover
Strictly funk, keep the crossover

(So sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel
You you should be rocking the fans wit something diesel
But you to piss me off black
So I flex the so I can push em back
So real hardcore hip-hop continue 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 dope from cross yonder
(So help me Rhonda, help, me Rhonda)
(Yo, what) the crossover, yea crossing you over
Outta here, gone, peace, to know ya (see ya)
a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout
Cause you got gassed and the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky line
But when they finish wit you (beep)
Some say there's no business like business
But if this the truth, please why is this
Rappers been around long, makin' mad you see
I haven't seen one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to pick and on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover