Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

Hardcore to make the brothers act

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

to make the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the brothers act

When I 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
rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to the caps and blows
By the at the B-boy shows
Wit the cops to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank So
pumping loud
Blows are thrown, heads are flown Pan Am
Brothers off like the son of Sam and
The bass continues to
Some brothers hit the lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are
Brothers are caught in the cross fire 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 squares sat and I
Any crab MC down wit the wack
And I wreck and if I can not snap a
a knock, I'll blow 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 called
I'm equip wit the cap they call

Yo, wit that, I can fool
Especially when the posse is thick and got
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 Sermon now want some and I'll
I'm far a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn
Mess wit me and get your token

Hardcore to make the act fools