Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

Hardcore to make the brothers act

to make the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the act fools

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say chill, New York throw chairs
The funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots dip
Low to avoid the caps and
By the gangbanners at the B-boy
Wit the trying to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank So
Saying's pumping
Blows are thrown, heads are like Pan Am
Brothers licking off the son of Sam and
The bass continues to
brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are
Brothers are caught in the cross fire no

And on my way out, I heard a sucker and shout
Niggas, Niggas, yea, turn the party out

Hardcore to make the act fools

Rap combat squares sat and I
Any MC that's down wit the wack
And I and if I can not snap a neck
Throw a knock, I'll and look for a tech
I'm terror, new to rap era
I can't be beat, I'm too plus clever
I'm smart, yes, I'm a so genius
I'm wit the thinking cap they call

Yo, wit that, I can fool
Especially the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel 'cause they got steel
No or cap guns son, the real deal
K-A, wrecker E-D
The O, the U, the B, the L to the E
on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name is Erick Sermon now some and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like
Mess wit me and get your token

Hardcore to make the act fools