Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, funk material
So simple, when I rock wit the
Who am I (E-D the Eyed Bandit)
my career so I can never get stranded
But the are gettin Brand Nubian
up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking a pop record, somethin' made for the station
For a whole new
Ship of a new type of
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change mission
back around the block
Pump Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a black
My background sing, my sing for the crossover

The rap era's outta control, sellin' their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another sold
(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, how the Squad rolls
I know head is bobbin' cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, ill
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to a mill"
when the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, what the company kicks
Forget the crowds, you're wack now
In a suit, frontin' black lookin' mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (rough, and raw)
I'm here, catch me chillin' on my next tour
From the US to the white of Dover
underground funk, keep the crossover

(So sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel
You know you be rocking the fans wit something diesel
But you insist to piss me off
So I flex the biceps so I can em back
So real hardcore 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 style from cross yonder
(So help me Rhonda, help, me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no is what the fans will shout
you got gassed and took the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin', a funky dope line
But when finish wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no business like show
But if this the truth, explain why is this
been around long, makin' mad noise you see
Still I haven't seen one rapper comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a leaf clover
I stick to underground, the crossover