Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard think
Rap is cause people runnin out of shit to say
So and so absurd
I was at a loss for words, then I started to serve
Off the line of the mind
Back in 2005 droppin hammers the time
Bring the ruckus from the to the hood
Motherfucker it ain't all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' on, we rain on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original
P and the Enemy policin the
we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no whack shit, no focus
No gimmick tracks, hard truth and rough raps
Plus gear that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' high school, what?
Better recognize the of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to
Who the whores that embed the swords
Who the ones us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so what the
Interscope ah hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
Bitch niggaz out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on
It's on, long as we competin keep-keepin it strong
no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the black out
I grip my shit and blow back out
We act out, cause you we reppin the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for

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

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

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

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Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!