Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard think
Rap is dead cause people runnin out of to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, I started 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 they would
Get yo' vest on, we on Babylon
The News, anti-pop, original group
P and the policin 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 hard and rough raps
that gear that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the army as snatchin us up, yeah
At yo' school, promisin what?
Better recognize the of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words when we and ask you to think
Who the whores embed with the swords
Who the ones us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so the fuck?
Interscope ah better we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a parade, yeah
Bitch 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 long as they the black out
I my shit and blow your back out
We act out, you know we reppin the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I drawers for balls

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

Soul survivors, now tell me who can it liver
It's P.E., still the beast
In this game of latecomers, friends and flakes
And men actin like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
know 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 they keepin the realest reachin
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear Channel heat it again
It never fit into the plan of attack
They genocidal practices givin us "Murder on Wax"
us terrified, music sterilized
Back the of the homicide and smile while
life imitates what we they all
makin off the African's fall, that's why I'm callin out

Because a (Nation of Millions) is the (Black)
we (Bumrush the Show) (The Enemy Strike Back)
With mo' game the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll the music in tact
Fuck that, bust on they criminal ways
No compassion in they action for the son of a
Now the church used to us, make somebody behave
Like this devil up in office worship and pray
Like God speak to him and he does he wants
But you know they steal the vote if anybody gets
The real sin is the when the people support
the penalty but call abortion murder 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 that don't even
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
More for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools close cause say no money remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, new century slaves
Who's crazy? I can see, the disguise
See, the media's propaganda and lies
See a nation full of sheep still simple and
So we burn 'em the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]