Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I somebody think
Rap is dead cause runnin 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 from the to the hood
Motherfucker cause it all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' vest on, we on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the policin the beast
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put on Jesus
Back with vocals, no whack shit, no glory
No gimmick tracks, just hard truth and raps
Plus that gear keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
recognize the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's 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 death for Dog
The imagery is so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
Bitch goin out all day
We guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
on, long as needed we competin keep-keepin it strong
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as as they sell the black out
I grip my shit and blow your out
We act out, cause you know we reppin the
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I drawers for balls

Chuck D (singers)]
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Ridin a soldier, hard truth soldiers in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, nobody colder when we play)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin a soldier in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, nobody hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now me who can bring it liver
It's P.E., still the beast
In this game of latecomers, fake and flakes
And grown men actin teenagers, we raisin 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 around and see the way they keepin the realest reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear Channel never it again
It never fit into the corporate of attack
They genocidal practices givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
the lies of the homicide and smile while
life imitates we make; they all
makin money off the African's fall, why I'm callin out

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

D]
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!