Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody
Rap is dead people runnin out of shit to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, then I started to
Off the of the Enemy's mind
Back in 2005 droppin hammers without the
Bring the from the booth to the hood
Motherfucker cause it all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we rise never be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard truth and raps
Plus that that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' high school, what?
Better recognize the bling of the murder
That's why it's meaning in the when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that embed with the
Who the ones pimp us all sellin death for Dog
The imagery is so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a parade, yeah
Bitch goin out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to 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 your back out
We act out, you know we reppin the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check for balls

Chuck D (singers)]
Whatever it takes to 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 to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin with a in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, can't hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now tell me who can it liver
It's P.E., beatin the beast
In this of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And men actin like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know about I throw around
When I say it loud better know that I'm and I'm proud
(This is I mean, an Anti-Nigger Machine)
Take a look around and see the way they keepin the realest from
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear never heat it again
It fit into the corporate plan of attack
They genocidal only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
the lies of the homicide and smile while
life imitates what we make; all
makin off the African's 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' than the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll the music in tact
Fuck that, bust on they criminal ways
No in they action for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, somebody behave
Like this devil up in office really and pray
God speak to him and he does what he wants
But you know they steal the vote if anybody gets
The sin is the dilemma when the people support
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 on a menace that don't 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 minimum
Got your Wal*Mart, new century slaves
Who's crazy? I can see, the disguise
See, through the media's propaganda and
See a nation full of still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]