Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't a bitch, I heard somebody 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 mind
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 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 hard truth and raps
Plus that gear that 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're snatchin us up,
At yo' high school, promisin
recognize the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores embed with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all death for Murder Dog
The imagery is so what the fuck?
Interscope ah hope 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, long as needed we competin keep-keepin it
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they the black out
I grip my shit and your back out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check for balls

[Chorus: D (singers)]
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, hard soldiers in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, 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 rollin, can't 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, friends and flakes
And men actin like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know about words I throw
When I say it better know that I'm black and I'm proud
(This is I mean, an Anti-Nigger Machine)
Take a around and see the way they keepin the realest from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear Channel never heat it
It fit into the corporate plan of attack
They genocidal only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
Back the lies of the homicide and while
life imitates we make; they all
makin money off the 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' game the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the in tact
that, bust back on they criminal ways
No in they action for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, somebody behave
Like devil up in office really worship and pray
Like God to him and he does what he wants
But you know they steal the vote if gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the support
the death penalty but call abortion for sport
For the patri-OT, ain't no questions 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
money for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the close cause they say no money remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new century
Who's crazy? I can see, through the
See, through the media's and lies
See a nation full of sheep simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to it hardcore! [x2]