Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't a bitch, I heard somebody think
Rap is dead 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 from the to the hood
Motherfucker cause it all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The News, anti-pop, original group
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on
with vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, hard truth and rough raps
Plus that gear that keep 'em the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' high school, what?
Better recognize the bling of the machine
That's why it's meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to
Who the whores that with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so what the
ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin guns on Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, long as needed we keep-keepin it strong
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the out
I my shit and blow your back out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

[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 nobody colder we play)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, with a soldier in the game)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Keep the rollin, can't nobody 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 actin like teenagers, we raisin the
know about 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 the realest from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear never heat it again
It never fit the corporate plan of attack
genocidal practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
Back the of the homicide and smile 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 Strike Back)
With mo' game than the music and our attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the music in
that, bust back on they criminal ways
No compassion in action for the son of a slave
Now the church to hurt us, make somebody behave
Like this devil up in office really worship and
Like God speak to him and he does what he
But you know they steal the vote if gets smart
The real sin is the when the people support
the penalty but call abortion murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no asked
'Specially, when the babies each other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that even exist
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
money for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools close cause they say no remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got Wal*Mart, makin new century slaves
Who's crazy? I can see, through the
See, through the media's and lies
See a nation full of sheep still simple and
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]