Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

Hardcore to make the act fools

to make the brothers act fools

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

to make the brothers act fools

When I a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw
The funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and
By the gangbanners at the B-boy
Wit the cops trying to control the
But can't, systems crank So What'cha
pumping loud
Blows are thrown, heads are flown Pan Am
licking off like the son of Sam and
The bass continues to
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop
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

Hardcore to make the act fools

Rap combat squares sat and I
Any crab MC that's wit the wack
And I wreck and if I can not a neck
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 sweet plus
I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called
I'm wit the thinking cap they call

Yo, wit that, I can break
Especially the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel 'cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real
K-A, wrecker E-D
The O, the U, the B, the L to the E
on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name is Sermon now want some and I'll flip
I'm far a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn
wit me and get your manhood token

Hardcore to the brothers act fools