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 at a loss for words, then I started to serve
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in droppin hammers without the time
Bring the from the booth to the hood
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I wish they
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no 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, that's why it ain't no
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' school, promisin what?
recognize the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words when we and ask you to think
Who the whores that embed the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin for Murder Dog
The is dead-ly so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, a coon parade, yeah
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on
It's on, long as we competin keep-keepin it strong
no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the black out
I grip my shit and blow your out
We act out, you know we reppin the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I drawers for balls

[Chorus: D (singers)]
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, hard truth in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't nobody when we play)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Hard soldier, ridin with a soldier in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, nobody hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now tell me who can it liver
It's P.E., still beatin the
In this game of latecomers, fake and flakes
And grown men actin teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha about words I throw around
When I say it loud better know that I'm 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 fit into the corporate plan of attack
They genocidal practices givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
Back the lies of the and smile while
life what we make; they all
makin money off the 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' than the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the in tact
Fuck that, bust back on they ways
No compassion in they action for the son of a
Now the church used to hurt us, make somebody
Like this devil up in office really 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 when the people support
the death penalty but call abortion murder for
For the patri-OT, ain't no questions asked
'Specially, when the babies each other for gas
Known to blast on a that 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 close they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin minimum
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 still 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]