Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I somebody think
Rap is cause people runnin out of shit to say
So ridiculous and so
I was almost at a loss for words, then I 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 cause it ain't all good, now I wish they
Get yo' vest on, we on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we rise it'll be peace, I put that on Jesus
with vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, hard truth and rough raps
Plus that gear keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the army as snatchin us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
recognize the bling of the murder machine
That's why meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores embed with the swords
Who the ones us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so the fuck?
Interscope ah better we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, a coon parade, yeah
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to on Viacom
on, long as needed we competin keep-keepin it strong
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they the black out
I grip my and blow your back out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for

[Chorus: D (singers)]
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, hard soldiers in the game)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't nobody colder we play)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, with a soldier in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, can't hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now me who can bring it liver
P.E., still beatin the beast
In this game of latecomers, fake and flakes
And grown men like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know words I throw around
When I say it loud better know that I'm black and I'm
(This is what I mean, an 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 never fit the corporate plan of attack
They genocidal practices only us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and smile
life imitates we make; they all
makin money off the African's fall, 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 and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the music in
Fuck that, back on they criminal ways
No in they action 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 they steal the vote if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the support
the death but call abortion murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no asked
'Specially, when the babies kill each for gas
Known to on a menace that don't even exist
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
More money for them hoods, but the hood's in
When the schools close cause they say no remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new century
Who's crazy? I can see, the disguise
See, the media's propaganda and lies
See a full of sheep still simple and blind
So we 'em with the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]