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 the brothers act fools

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

And on my way out, I a sucker scream and shout
Niggas, Niggas, yea, cold the party out

to make the brothers act fools

Rap combat sat and I attack
Any MC that's down wit the wack
And I wreck and if I can not 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 called
I'm equip wit the thinking cap they

Yo, wit that, I can break
Especially when the is thick and got tools
Make me feel 'cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real
K-A, microphone 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 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 brothers act