Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard think
Rap is cause 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 of the Enemy's 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 wish would
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The News, anti-pop, original group
P and the Enemy policin the
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on
with vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard and rough raps
Plus that gear keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no
See the army as they're snatchin us up,
At yo' school, promisin what?
Better recognize the bling of the murder
That's why it's meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to
Who the whores that embed with the
Who the pimp us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The imagery is so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and the ruckus
Nas said, it's a coon parade, yeah
Bitch niggaz out all day
We guns 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 and blow your back 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 to make it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, hard truth in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't nobody when we play)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin with a in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, nobody hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now me who can bring it liver
P.E., still beatin the beast
In game of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And grown men actin like teenagers, we the stakes
What'cha know about I throw around
I say it loud better know that I'm black and I'm proud
(This is I mean, an Anti-Nigger Machine)
Take a around and see the way they keepin the realest from reachin
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear Channel heat it again
It never fit into the corporate plan of
They genocidal only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
Back the lies of the homicide and while
life imitates 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' game than the and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll the music in tact
Fuck that, bust back on criminal ways
No compassion in they action for the son of a
Now the church used to hurt us, make behave
Like this devil up in office worship and pray
Like God speak to him and he does what he
But you know they steal the vote if anybody smart
The sin is the dilemma when the people support
the death penalty but call abortion for sport
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no asked
'Specially, when the babies kill other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that don't exist
Set up puppet governments, for the rich to get
More money for hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools close cause they say no money
Still undereducated, makin wage
Got your Wal*Mart, new century slaves
crazy? I can see, through the disguise
See, through the media's and lies
See a nation full of sheep still simple and
So we burn 'em with the that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to it hardcore! [x2]