Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody
Rap is cause people runnin out of shit to say
So ridiculous and so
I was at a loss for words, then I started to serve
Off the of the Enemy's mind
Back in 2005 droppin hammers the time
Bring the ruckus from the to the hood
Motherfucker it ain't all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the policin the beast
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on
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, that's why it no smilin
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
Better the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that embed the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so the fuck?
Interscope ah hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
Bitch niggaz out all day
We guns 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 blow your out
We act out, cause you we reppin the cause
Still a (Rebel) never a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

[Chorus: D (singers)]
Whatever it takes to 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 soldier, ridin with a soldier in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, can't nobody hold the 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 grown men actin like teenagers, we the stakes
What'cha know about words I around
When I say it loud better 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 hear it again, naw
Clear Channel never heat it
It fit into the corporate plan of attack
They genocidal practices givin us "Murder on Wax"
us terrified, music sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and smile
life 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)
When we (Bumrush the Show) (The Enemy Back)
With mo' game than the music and our message
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the music in
Fuck that, back on they criminal ways
No compassion in they action for the son of a
Now the church to hurt us, make somebody behave
Like this up in office really worship and pray
Like God speak to him and he what he wants
But you they steal the vote if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the support
the death penalty but call murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, no questions asked
'Specially, the babies kill each other for gas
to blast on a menace that don't even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the rich to get
More money for them hoods, but the in pain
When the close cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin minimum
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new slaves
Who's crazy? I can see, the disguise
See, through the media's and lies
See a nation full of sheep still simple and
So we burn 'em the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!