Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I somebody think
Rap is cause people runnin out of shit to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, I started to serve
Off the of the Enemy's mind
in 2005 droppin hammers without the time
Bring the ruckus the booth to the hood
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I wish they
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we it'll 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 gear that keep 'em fearin the
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no
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 words when we and ask you to think
Who the whores that embed with the
Who the pimp us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so what the
Interscope ah better hope we never 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 needed we competin keep-keepin it
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as as they sell the black out
I grip my and blow your 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 to make 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)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin with a in the game)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Keep the rollin, can't nobody hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now tell me who can it liver
P.E., still beatin the beast
In this of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And men actin like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha about words I throw around
When I say it loud 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 the realest from reachin
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear never heat it again
It never fit into the plan of attack
genocidal practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the of the homicide and smile while
imitates what we make; they all
makin 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 Enemy Back)
With mo' than the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the in tact
Fuck that, bust back on they criminal
No compassion in they for the son of a slave
Now the church to hurt us, make somebody behave
this devil 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 anybody gets
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 each for gas
Known to blast on a menace don't even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the to get richer
More for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin minimum
Got Wal*Mart, makin new century slaves
crazy? I can see, through the disguise
See, through the media's and lies
See a nation full of sheep simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's with a rhyme, we do it

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