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 almost at a loss for words, then I started to
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in 2005 droppin hammers without the
Bring the ruckus from the booth to the
cause it ain't all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' on, we rain on Babylon
The News, anti-pop, original 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 glory
No gimmick tracks, just hard and rough raps
Plus that gear that keep 'em fearin the
Makin brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
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 that embed with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so what the
Interscope ah better hope we never and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a parade, yeah
Bitch goin out all day
We pullin on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
on, long 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 back out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for

Chuck D (singers)]
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, hard 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 with a in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, can't nobody hold the we claim)

Soul survivors, now me who can bring it liver
It's P.E., still beatin the
In this game of latecomers, fake friends and
And grown men actin like teenagers, we the stakes
know about 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 look around and see the way they the realest from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear never heat it again
It never fit into the corporate plan of
They genocidal practices only us "Murder on Wax"
us terrified, music sterilized
Back the of the homicide and smile while
life imitates what we make; all
makin 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 the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the music in
Fuck that, bust back on criminal ways
No in they action for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, make somebody
this devil up in office really worship and pray
Like God to him and he does what he wants
But you know they steal the vote if anybody smart
The real sin is the when the people support
the death but call abortion murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no questions
'Specially, when the babies kill each for gas
Known to blast on a that don't even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the to get richer
More money for hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools close cause they say no remain
Still undereducated, makin wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new slaves
Who's I can see, through the disguise
See, through the media's propaganda and
See a nation full of sheep simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to it hardcore! [x2]