Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard think
Rap is dead cause people out of shit to say
So ridiculous and so
I was almost at a loss for words, I started to serve
Off the of the Enemy's mind
Back in 2005 droppin without the time
Bring the ruckus from the booth to the
Motherfucker cause it all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the Enemy policin the
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put on Jesus
with vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just truth and rough raps
Plus 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 in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin death for Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so what the
Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the
Like Nas said, a coon parade, yeah
Bitch goin out all day
We guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, long as needed we keep-keepin it strong
no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the black out
I my shit and blow your back out
We act out, you know we reppin the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for

[Chorus: D (singers)]
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, truth soldiers in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't colder when we play)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin a soldier in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, can't hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now tell me who can it liver
P.E., still beatin the beast
In this game of latecomers, friends and flakes
And grown men like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know words I throw around
When I say it better know 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 never it again, naw
Clear Channel heat it again
It never fit into the corporate plan of
genocidal practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and while
life imitates what we make; 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 Enemy Back)
With mo' game than the music and our attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the in tact
Fuck that, bust back on they ways
No compassion in they for the son of a slave
Now the church used to us, make 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 the vote if anybody gets smart
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 kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that don't exist
Set up puppet governments, for the to get richer
More money for them hoods, but the hood's in
When the schools close cause they say no money
Still undereducated, makin wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new century
Who's crazy? I can see, the disguise
See, through the propaganda and lies
See a nation full of sheep 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]