Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

Hardcore to make the brothers act

Hardcore to the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the brothers act

Hardcore to make the brothers act

I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a man flip
rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to the caps and blows
By the at the B-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to the crowd
But they can't, crank So What'cha
Saying's loud
Blows are thrown, heads are like Pan Am
Brothers licking off the son of Sam and
The bass continues to
brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are
Brothers are caught in the cross fire no

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

Hardcore to make the brothers act

Rap combat sat and I attack
Any MC that's down 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 plus clever
I'm smart, yes, I'm a so genius
I'm equip wit the thinking cap call

Yo, wit that, I can break
Especially when the posse is and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause they got
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 some and I'll flip
I'm far a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn
Mess wit me and get manhood token

Hardcore to make the brothers act