Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

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

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

Soul survivors, now tell me who can it liver
P.E., still beatin the beast
In game of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And grown men actin like teenagers, we raisin the
What'cha know words I throw around
I say it loud better know that I'm black and I'm proud
(This is what I mean, an Machine)
Take a look around and see the way they keepin the realest from
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear Channel never heat it
It never fit into the corporate plan of
genocidal practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the lies of the and smile while
life imitates what we they all
money off the African's fall, that's why I'm callin out

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

D]
Whatever it takes to it hardcore! [x2]