Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I somebody think
Rap is dead cause people runnin out of to say
So ridiculous and so
I was almost at a loss for words, then I started to
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in droppin hammers without 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 policin the
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 and rough raps
Plus that gear that 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no
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 words we serve and ask you to think
Who the that embed with the swords
Who the pimp us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The is dead-ly so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and the ruckus
Like Nas said, 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 it strong
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the out
I grip my and blow your back out
We act out, you know we reppin the cause
a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

[Chorus: D (singers)]
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, truth soldiers in the game)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't nobody when we play)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, with a soldier in the game)
Whatever it takes to 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., beatin the beast
In this game of latecomers, fake friends and
And grown men actin like teenagers, we raisin the
What'cha know about I throw around
When I say it loud better know I'm black and I'm proud
(This is I mean, an Anti-Nigger Machine)
Take a look around and see the way they the realest from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear never heat it again
It never fit 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
imitates what we make; they all
makin money off the 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 than the music and our message
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the 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 devil up in office really worship and pray
God speak to him and he does what he wants
But you know they steal the if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the when the people support
the death penalty but abortion murder for sport
For the patri-OT, ain't no questions asked
'Specially, when the babies each other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the rich to get
More money for them hoods, but the hood's in
When the schools close cause they say no money
Still undereducated, makin 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 still and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]