Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious material
So simple, I rock wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Green Bandit)
Control my career so I can get stranded
But the rest are Brand Nubian
up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, made for the station
For a new relation
Ship of a new of scene
To go and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change your
Come back around the
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 era's outta control, brother's sellin' their
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 other rappers) 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, gonna be large)
Yea right, what the company kicks
Forget the black crowds, wack 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
From the US to the cliffs of Dover
underground funk, keep the crossover

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

Another funky dope style from cross yonder
(So me Rhonda, help, 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 will shout
Cause you got gassed and took the route
on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky dope line
But when they finish wit you (beep)
Some say there's no like show business
But if the truth, please explain why is this
Rappers been long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I haven't seen one livin' comfortably
No to pick and wish on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover