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 started to
Off the line of the mind
Back in 2005 droppin without the time
Bring the ruckus the booth to the hood
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I wish they
Get yo' on, we rain 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
Back with vocals, no whack shit, no focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard truth and raps
that gear that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' school, promisin what?
Better recognize the of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to
Who the whores embed with the swords
Who the ones us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The is dead-ly so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we never and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
Bitch niggaz out all day
We pullin 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 shit and blow your out
We act out, you know we reppin the cause
a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

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

Soul survivors, now tell me who can bring it
P.E., still beatin the beast
In this game of latecomers, friends and flakes
And grown men actin like teenagers, we the stakes
What'cha know about words I throw
When I say it better know that I'm black and I'm proud
(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 it again
It never fit the corporate plan of attack
They genocidal practices only us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
the lies of the homicide and smile while
life imitates we make; they all
money 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 Strike Back)
With mo' game than the music and our attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the music in
Fuck that, bust back on they ways
No compassion in 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
Like God to him and he does what he wants
But you know they steal the vote if gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the support
the penalty but call abortion murder for sport
For the patri-OT, ain't no questions asked
'Specially, the babies kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a that don't even exist
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
money for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the close cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin minimum
Got Wal*Mart, makin new century slaves
Who's I can see, through the disguise
See, through the media's propaganda and
See a nation full of still simple and blind
So we burn 'em the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]