Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

Hardcore to make the brothers act

Hardcore to make the brothers act

Hardcore to make the act fools

Hardcore to make the act fools

When I turn a out, all hands is in the air
Some say chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, cold 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 pumping
are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
Brothers off like the son of Sam and
The bass to thump
Some brothers hit the lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are
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 combat squares sat and I
Any crab MC that's wit the wack
And I wreck and if I can not snap a
Throw a knock, I'll blow and for a tech
I'm terror, new to rap era
I can't be beat, I'm too sweet 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 when the posse is and got tools
Make me feel good they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real
K-A, wrecker E-D
The O, the U, the B, the L to the E
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon
My name is Erick Sermon now want and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like
wit me and get your manhood token

Hardcore to make the act fools