Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

Hardcore to make the brothers act

Hardcore to make the act fools

Hardcore to make the act fools

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

When I turn a out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw
The punk sound to make a sane man flip
rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the and blows
By the at the B-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the
But they can't, systems crank So
Saying's pumping
are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
Brothers off like the son of Sam and
The bass continues to
Some hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
are slapped, jewels are snatched
Brothers are caught in the fire without no

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

to make the brothers act fools

Rap squares sat and I attack
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 look for a
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 equip wit the cap they call

Yo, wit that, I can break
when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause 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, word is born, so abandon
My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll
I'm far a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn
Mess wit me and get manhood token

Hardcore to make the brothers act