Luyện nghe bài hát Crossover

Let's get up, let's get
with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious 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 rest are gettin Brand
up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinking about a pop record, somethin' for the station
For a new relation
Ship of a new of scene
To go platinum and clock mad
AKA, a sellout, the rap
Get off that boy, change mission
Come back around the
Pump Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let them your logo, not a black thing
My sing, my background sing 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 hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
I know your head is cuz the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, ill
to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Thats when the switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're be large)
Yea right, that's what the kicks
Forget the crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, black lookin' mad foul
I for the hardcore (rough, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me on my next tour
From the US to the cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the

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