Luyện nghe bài hát How About Some Hardcore

[ Billy ]
How about hardcore?
(Yeah, we it raw!) (4x)
How some hardcore?

[ VERSE 1: Billy ]
(Yeah, we it raw in the streets)
For the fellas on the corner posted up 20
With your ifth on your hip, to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip, your sidekick
You got skill, you best manage to
And do a favor, don't come nowhere near the Hill
With that bullshit, word, grip, it'll cost ya
you reminisce of Frank Nitty 'The Enforcer'
I move with M.O.P.'s Generation
Straight up and down, act like you want a
I my gat, I gotta stay strapped
I bust mines, don't try to up on me from behind
Don't sleep, I get deep I creep
I see right now I got to show you it nothin sweet
Go get your hammer
And act like you want
I send a message to your
'Hello, do you know one son left?
I had license to kill and he had been for death
He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the
I left him stiffer than a

[ Li'l ]
How about hardcore?
(Yeah, we it raw!) (4x)
How some hardcore?

[ 2: Billy Danzenie ]
(Yeah, we it rugged in the ghetto)
I used to pack sling shots, but now I'm heavy metal
A rugged underground
Is Li'l Fame, muthafucka, slap, Mallet
When I let off, a burning desire
Niggas increase the peace when I release it be rapid fire
For the cause I drop like drawers
hit the floors from the muthafuckin .44's
I'm titles when it's showtime
Fuck around, I have niggas call the injury line
I bust words in my verse that'll
Even on my first nerve I put to curbs
I ain't about niggas a chance
And I still raise shit to make my brother wanna get up and
Front, I make it a to kill
Bringin the ruckus, it's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill real
Me and mics, that's unlike niggas and
So who wanna skate, cause I'm niggas on ice
Whatever I drop must be rough, rugged and more
(Yeah!)

[ Billy ]
How about some
(Yeah, we it raw!) (4x)

[ VERSE 3: Billy ]
Yo, I am (So what up?) Get it on, cocksucker
That nigga Bill seem to be a ill black
I dough from the way I flow
And I go
You gonna know
That I ain't nothin to with - duck quick
I squeeze when I'm
Them teflons'll tear through vest
I love a bloodbath (niggas the half)
You can feel the (Saratoga/St. Marks Ave.)
B-i-l-l-y
n-i-e, me, Danzenie
(Knock, knock) Who's (Li'l Fame)
Fame who? (Li'l Fame, your nigga)
Boom! up off the trigger
aight, me and shorty go to gunfights
Together we the ruckus, right?
We trump tight,
I mine, so I'm entitled to a title
(7 fuckin 30) that I'm homicidal

[ Li'l ]
How about hardcore?
(Yeah, we it raw!) (4x)

[ VERSE 4: Li'l ]
Yo, I scream on like a rollercoaster
To them wack muthafuckas, go it up like a poster
Niggas get excited, but excite me
Don't invite me, I'm splittin niggas' heads where the be
Try to trash this, little bastard'll blast it
Only puttin in comas and caskets
I ain't a phoney, I put the 'mack' in a
I leave you (Yeah, yeah, get on his ass, homie)
Up in your anus, I pack steel stainless
We came to claim this, and Li'l Fame'll you famous
I mack hoes, rock shows and dough
Cause I'm in effect, knockin muthafuckas like
I'm other niggas peepin, shit, I ain't sleepin
I roll deep like a muthafuckin
So when I write my looks sadly
For broke-ass niggas I it happen like Mariah Carey
I got shit for niggas roll bold
Li'l Fame is like a orthopedic shoe, I got mad
I'ma em before I duck em
Because yo, made em, mother had em and muthafuck em

[ Li'l ]

Li'l Fame up in this
shoutouts to my man D/R Period

Laz
My man Ass Moe
The Saratoga Ave.

Representin for
Most of all my Prince Leroy, Big Mal, rest in peace
[ Billy ]
up in this muthafucka
I'd like to say what's up to the M.O.P.
Brooklyn,
Them niggas that just don't give a
[ O.G.
Bet yo ass,
Hey yo, muthafuckin Babyface [Name]
Aka O.G.
Yo, I wanna say what's up to the whole M.O.P. boyyeee