Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

Hardcore to make the act fools

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the act fools

Hardcore to make the act fools

When I a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say chill, New York throw chairs
The punk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots dip
Low to avoid the caps and
By the gangbanners at the shows
Wit the trying to control the crowd
But can't, systems crank So What'cha
Saying's loud
Blows are thrown, heads are like Pan Am
Brothers licking off the son of Sam and
The bass to thump
Some brothers hit the lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, are snatched
Brothers are caught in the cross without no

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

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

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

Yo, wit that, I can fool
Especially the posse is thick and got tools
Make me good '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
Rocking on, is born, so abandon ship
My name is Erick Sermon now want 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