Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard think
Rap is dead cause people out of shit 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
in 2005 droppin hammers without the time
Bring the ruckus from the to the hood
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I wish they
Get yo' on, we rain on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the policin the beast
Until we rise it'll be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just truth and rough raps
that gear that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the as they're snatchin us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
Better the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that embed with the
Who the pimp us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The imagery is so what the fuck?
ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a parade, yeah
Bitch goin out all day
We guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, long as needed we keep-keepin it strong
no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the black out
I grip my shit and blow back out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check for balls

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

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

Because a (Nation of Millions) is the (Black)
we (Bumrush the Show) (The Enemy Strike Back)
With mo' game than the music and our message
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the music in
Fuck that, bust back on criminal ways
No compassion in action for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, make somebody
Like devil up in office really worship and pray
Like God to him and he does what he wants
But you know they steal the if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the when the people support
the death penalty but call 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 don't exist
Set up puppet governments, for the rich to get
More money for them hoods, but the in pain
the schools close cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new century
Who's crazy? I can see, through the
See, through the media's and lies
See a nation full of sheep simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's designed a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]