Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I somebody think
Rap is dead cause runnin out of shit to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, I started to serve
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in 2005 hammers without the time
the ruckus from the booth to the hood
Motherfucker cause it all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' vest on, we on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the Enemy policin the
we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no whack shit, no focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard and rough raps
Plus that gear that keep 'em fearin the
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it no smilin
See the army as snatchin us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
Better recognize the bling of the machine
That's why meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the that embed with the swords
Who the ones us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so what the
Interscope ah better hope we never and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, a coon parade, yeah
Bitch niggaz out all day
We guns 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 back out
We act out, cause you we reppin the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check for balls

Chuck 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 record rollin, ain't nobody colder we play)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin with a in the game)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, can't nobody hold the we claim)

Soul survivors, now tell me who can bring it
It's P.E., beatin the beast
In this of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And men actin like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know words I throw around
When I say it loud better know I'm black and I'm proud
(This is I mean, an Anti-Nigger Machine)
Take a look around and see the way they keepin the realest reachin
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear never heat it again
It never fit the corporate plan of attack
They genocidal 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 off the African's fall, that's why I'm callin out

Because a (Nation of Millions) is the (Black)
we (Bumrush the Show) (The Enemy Strike Back)
With mo' game the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the music in
Fuck that, bust back on they criminal
No in they action for the son of a slave
Now the used to hurt us, make somebody behave
Like this devil up in office worship and pray
Like God speak to him and he what he wants
But you know they steal the vote if gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the support
the death penalty but call abortion murder for
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no asked
'Specially, the babies kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a menace 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 cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin wage
Got your Wal*Mart, new century slaves
Who's crazy? I can see, through the
See, through the propaganda and lies
See a full of sheep still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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