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 make the act fools

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

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

to make the brothers act fools

Rap squares sat and I attack
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 be beat, I'm too sweet 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
when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me good 'cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real
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
Mess wit me and get your manhood

Hardcore to the brothers act fools