Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody
Rap is dead cause people runnin out of to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a for words, then I started to serve
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in 2005 droppin without the time
the ruckus from the booth to the hood
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I wish would
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original
P and the Enemy policin the
Until we it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus
with vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No tracks, just hard truth and rough raps
Plus that gear that 'em fearin the crime
sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the as they're snatchin us up, yeah
At yo' high school, what?
Better recognize the of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin for Murder Dog
The is dead-ly so what the fuck?
ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, a coon parade, yeah
Bitch niggaz out all day
We pullin on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, 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 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, hard truth in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't colder when we play)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin a soldier in the game)
it takes 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, fake and flakes
And grown men actin like teenagers, we the stakes
What'cha about words I throw around
When I say it loud better that 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 from reachin
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear Channel never it again
It never fit the corporate plan of attack
They practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
us terrified, music sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and smile
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 Strike Back)
mo' game than the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the music in
Fuck that, bust back on criminal ways
No compassion in they for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, make somebody
Like this devil up in really worship and pray
God speak to him and he does what he wants
But you know they steal the vote if anybody gets
The real sin is the when the people support
the penalty but call abortion murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, no questions asked
'Specially, when the babies kill other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that don't exist
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
More money for them hoods, but the hood's in
When the schools close they say no money remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got Wal*Mart, makin new century slaves
Who's I can see, through the disguise
See, through the propaganda and lies
See a nation full of still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's designed a rhyme, we do it

D]
Whatever it takes to it hardcore! [x2]