Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't a bitch, I heard somebody think
Rap is cause people runnin 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 mind
Back in droppin hammers without the time
the ruckus from the booth to the hood
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I wish would
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original
P and the policin the beast
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on
Back with vocals, no shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just truth and rough raps
Plus gear that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, why it ain't no smilin
See the army as snatchin us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
Better recognize the of the murder machine
That's why it's in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that with the swords
Who the pimp us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The imagery is 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 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 long as they the black out
I grip my shit and your back out
We act out, cause you we reppin the cause
a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

[Chorus: D (singers)]
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Ridin a soldier, hard truth soldiers in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, nobody colder when 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 me who can bring it liver
It's P.E., still beatin the
In this game of latecomers, fake friends and
And grown men like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know about words I throw
When I say it loud better know I'm black and I'm proud
(This is what I mean, an Machine)
Take a around and see the way they keepin the realest from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Channel never heat it again
It never fit into the plan of attack
They practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the lies of the and smile while
life imitates what we they all
makin money off the fall, that's why I'm callin out

Because a (Nation of Millions) is the (Black)
we (Bumrush the Show) (The Enemy Strike Back)
With mo' game than the and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll the music in tact
Fuck that, bust back on they ways
No compassion in action for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, somebody behave
Like this devil up in office really worship and
Like God speak to him and he does he wants
But you know they the vote if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the support
the death penalty but abortion murder 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 even exist
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
More money for them hoods, but the hood's in
the schools close cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, minimum wage
Got Wal*Mart, makin new century slaves
Who's I can see, through the disguise
See, through the media's propaganda and
See a nation full of sheep simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]