Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard think
Rap is dead cause people runnin out of to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a for words, then I started to serve
Off the of the Enemy's mind
Back in 2005 droppin without the time
Bring the ruckus from the booth to the
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I they would
Get yo' on, we rain on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original
P and the Enemy policin the
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on
Back vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard and rough raps
Plus gear that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it no smilin
See the army as they're snatchin us up,
At yo' school, promisin what?
Better recognize the bling of the murder
That's why it's in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the that embed with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all death for Murder Dog
The is dead-ly so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
Bitch goin out all day
We pullin on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, long as needed we competin keep-keepin it
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the out
I my shit and blow your back out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I drawers for balls

Chuck D (singers)]
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Ridin a soldier, hard truth soldiers in the game)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't nobody colder we play)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin with a in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the rollin, can't nobody hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now me who can bring it liver
It's P.E., beatin the beast
In game of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And grown men actin teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha about words I throw around
When I say it loud better know that I'm black and I'm
(This is what I mean, an Machine)
a look around and see the way they keepin the realest from reachin
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear Channel never it again
It never fit the corporate plan of attack
They practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the of the homicide and smile while
imitates what we make; they all
makin money off the fall, that's why I'm callin out

Because a (Nation of Millions) is the (Black)
When we (Bumrush the Show) (The Strike Back)
mo' game than the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the music in
Fuck that, bust back on they ways
No compassion in they for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, somebody behave
Like this devil up in office really worship and
Like God to him and he does what he wants
But you know they steal the vote if anybody smart
The real sin is the dilemma the people support
the death but call abortion murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, no questions asked
'Specially, the babies kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that even exist
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
More money for hoods, but the hood's in pain
the schools close cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin minimum
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new century
crazy? I can see, through the disguise
See, through the propaganda and lies
See a nation full of sheep simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's with a rhyme, we do it

D]
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!