Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't a bitch, I heard 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
Back in 2005 hammers without the time
the ruckus from 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 policin the
Until we it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no whack shit, no glory
No gimmick tracks, just hard and rough raps
that gear that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, why it ain't no smilin
See the as they're snatchin us up, yeah
At yo' high school, what?
Better recognize the bling of the murder
why it's 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 the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the
Nas said, it's a coon parade, yeah
Bitch goin out all day
We guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
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 shit and blow back out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

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

Soul survivors, now me who can bring it liver
It's P.E., beatin the beast
In this game of latecomers, fake and flakes
And grown men actin like teenagers, we raisin the
What'cha know words I throw around
When I say it loud better know 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 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 of the homicide and smile while
imitates 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 Strike Back)
With mo' game than the and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the in tact
that, bust back on they criminal ways
No compassion in they action for the son of a
Now the church used to 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 the vote if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the people
the death penalty but call abortion for sport
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no asked
'Specially, the babies kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the to get richer
More money for them hoods, but the in pain
When the schools close cause say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin minimum
Got your Wal*Mart, new century slaves
Who's crazy? I can see, 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 takes to it hardcore! [x2]