Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

Hardcore to make the brothers act

to make the brothers act fools

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

When I turn a party out, all is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York chairs
The funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, cold dip
Low to the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the shows
Wit the cops to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank So
Saying's pumping
Blows are thrown, are flown like Pan Am
licking off like the son of Sam and
The bass to thump
Some hit the parking 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 sucker scream and
Niggas, Niggas, yea, cold the party out

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

Rap squares sat and I attack
Any crab MC that's wit the wack
And I and if I can not snap 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 sweet plus
I'm smart, yes, I'm a so genius
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 or cap guns son, the real deal
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 now want some and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm like Brooklyn
wit me and get your manhood token

Hardcore to make the act fools