Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody
Rap is dead people runnin out of shit to say
So and so absurd
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 they would
Get yo' on, we rain on Babylon
The News, anti-pop, original group
P and the Enemy policin the
Until we rise never be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard and rough raps
Plus that that 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' school, promisin what?
recognize the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words 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 so what the fuck?
ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
Bitch niggaz out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on
It's on, long as needed we competin it strong
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as as they sell the black out
I grip my shit and your back out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
Still a (Rebel) never a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

Chuck D (singers)]
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Ridin a soldier, hard truth 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 soldier, ridin 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 tell me who can bring it
It's P.E., still beatin the
In this game of latecomers, fake and flakes
And men actin like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha about words I throw around
I say it loud better know that I'm black and I'm proud
(This is what I mean, an Machine)
Take a look around and see the way they keepin the realest reachin
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Channel never heat it again
It never fit into the corporate plan of
They genocidal practices givin us "Murder on Wax"
us terrified, music sterilized
Back the lies of the and smile while
imitates what 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)
When we (Bumrush the Show) (The Strike Back)
With mo' game than the and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the in tact
Fuck that, bust back on they 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
Like God speak to him and he what he wants
But you they steal the vote if anybody gets smart
The sin is the dilemma when the people support
the death penalty but call murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, no questions asked
'Specially, when the kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a that don't even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the rich to get
More money for them hoods, but the hood's in
When the schools close cause they say no money
Still undereducated, makin minimum
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new century
crazy? I can see, through the disguise
See, through the media's propaganda and
See a nation full of sheep still simple and
So we burn 'em with the sermon designed with a rhyme, we do it

D]
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!