Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I somebody think
Rap is dead cause people out of shit to say
So ridiculous and so
I was almost at a loss for words, I started to serve
Off the of the Enemy's mind
Back in 2005 hammers without the time
Bring the ruckus the booth to the hood
cause it ain't all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' on, we rain on Babylon
The News, anti-pop, original group
P and the Enemy policin the
Until we rise it'll be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard truth and rough
that gear that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
Better the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the when we serve and ask you to think
Who the that embed with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin for Murder Dog
The imagery is so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, a coon parade, yeah
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin guns on Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, as needed we competin keep-keepin it strong
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they the black out
I grip my and blow your back out
We act out, cause you we reppin the cause
a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

[Chorus: D (singers)]
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, truth soldiers in the game)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't nobody colder we play)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin a soldier in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the rollin, can't nobody hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now tell me who can bring it
It's P.E., still the beast
In this of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And grown men actin like teenagers, we the stakes
What'cha know about words I around
When I say it loud better know that I'm black and I'm
(This is what I mean, an Machine)
Take a look around and see the way they keepin the from reachin
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear Channel never it again
It never fit into the corporate of attack
They genocidal practices only us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and smile
life imitates what we make; all
makin money off the African's fall, that's why I'm out

Because a (Nation of Millions) is the (Black)
we (Bumrush the Show) (The Enemy Strike Back)
With mo' game than the music and our message
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll the music in tact
that, bust back on they criminal ways
No compassion in they action for the son of a
Now the church used to hurt us, somebody behave
Like this devil up in really worship and pray
Like God speak to him and he does he wants
But you know they steal the vote if anybody smart
The sin is the dilemma when the people support
the death penalty but call abortion for sport
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no asked
'Specially, when the babies kill other for gas
to blast on a menace that don't even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the to get richer
More money for hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools close cause they say no remain
Still undereducated, minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, new century slaves
Who's I can see, through the disguise
See, the media's propaganda and lies
See a nation of sheep still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's designed a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!