Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the brothers act

Hardcore to make the brothers act

Hardcore to make the brothers act

I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New throw chairs
The punk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the and blows
By the gangbanners at the B-boy
Wit the cops trying to the crowd
But they can't, systems So What'cha
pumping loud
Blows are thrown, heads are like Pan Am
Brothers off like the son of Sam and
The bass continues to
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop
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, cold the party out

Hardcore to make the act fools

Rap combat sat and I attack
Any crab MC that's wit the wack
And I wreck and if I can not a neck
Throw a knock, blow 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 called
I'm equip wit the thinking cap they

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

to make the brothers act fools