Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard think
Rap is dead cause people out of shit to say
So ridiculous and so
I was almost at a loss for words, then I to serve
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in 2005 droppin hammers 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 on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on
Back vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, hard truth and rough raps
that gear that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it no smilin
See the army as snatchin us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
Better recognize the bling of the murder
That's why meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores embed with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so what the
Interscope ah better we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a parade, yeah
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, long as needed we competin it strong
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the out
I grip my shit and blow your out
We act out, you know we reppin the cause
a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

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

Soul survivors, now tell me who can bring it
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 about words I throw around
When I say it better know that I'm black and I'm proud
(This is I mean, an Anti-Nigger Machine)
Take a look around and see the way keepin the realest from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Channel never heat it again
It never fit into the plan of attack
They genocidal only givin us "Murder on Wax"
us terrified, music sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and while
life imitates 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)
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
Fuck that, bust back on they criminal
No compassion in they action for the son of a
Now the used to hurt us, make somebody behave
Like devil up in office really worship and pray
God speak to him and he does what he wants
But you they steal the vote if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma the people support
the penalty but call abortion murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, no questions asked
'Specially, when the kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a that don't even exist
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
More money for hoods, but the hood's in pain
the schools close cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin minimum
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new slaves
Who's 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 designed with a rhyme, we do it

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