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 and so absurd
I was at a loss for words, then I started to serve
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in 2005 hammers without the time
Bring the from the booth to the hood
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I wish would
Get yo' vest on, we on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the Enemy policin the
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on
Back with vocals, no shit, no glory focus
No tracks, just hard truth and rough raps
Plus that gear that keep 'em fearin the
Makin sure knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're snatchin us up,
At yo' high school, promisin
Better the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words we serve and ask you to think
Who the that embed with the swords
Who the pimp 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, a coon parade, yeah
Bitch goin out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to on Viacom
It's on, long as 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 your out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
Still a (Rebel) needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

Chuck D (singers)]
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, hard truth in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't colder when we play)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin with a in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the rollin, can't nobody 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, friends and flakes
And grown men actin like teenagers, we raisin the
What'cha know about 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 from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear Channel never heat it
It fit into the corporate plan of attack
They genocidal practices givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and while
life imitates what we make; all
makin money off the African's fall, that's why I'm 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 the music in tact
Fuck that, bust on they criminal ways
No in they action for the son of a slave
Now the used to hurt us, make somebody behave
Like this devil up in office worship and pray
Like God to him and he does what he wants
But you know steal the vote if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the people
the death penalty but call abortion for sport
For the fake patri-OT, no questions asked
'Specially, when the kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that don't even
Set up puppet governments, for the rich to get
More money for hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools close cause say no money remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, new century slaves
Who's crazy? I can see, the disguise
See, through the media's and lies
See a nation of sheep still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!