Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

Hardcore to make the act fools

Hardcore to make the brothers act

to make the brothers act fools

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 funk sound to make a sane man
Girls the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the B-boy
Wit the cops trying to the crowd
But they can't, crank So What'cha
pumping loud
Blows are thrown, are flown like Pan Am
Brothers licking off the son of Sam and
The bass to thump
brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, are snatched
Brothers are in the cross fire without no

And on my way out, I heard a scream and shout
Niggas, Niggas, yea, turn the party out

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

Rap squares sat and I attack
Any MC that's down 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 called
I'm equip wit the thinking cap call

Yo, wit that, I can fool
when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the 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 now want some and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like
Mess wit me and get your manhood

to make the brothers act fools