Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody
Rap is dead cause people runnin out of to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, then I to serve
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in 2005 hammers without the time
Bring the ruckus from the to the hood
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I they would
Get yo' vest on, we on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the policin the beast
Until we it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus
with vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, hard truth and rough raps
Plus that that keep 'em fearin the crime
sure brothers 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 recognize the bling of the machine
why it's meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin death for Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so the fuck?
Interscope ah better we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, a coon parade, yeah
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, long as needed we competin keep-keepin it
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, 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 soldiers in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the rollin, ain't nobody colder when we play)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin a soldier in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, can't nobody the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now tell me who can bring it
It's P.E., still beatin the
In game of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And grown men like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know about words I 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 keepin the realest from
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear never heat it again
It never fit into the corporate of attack
They genocidal only givin us "Murder on Wax"
us terrified, music sterilized
Back the lies of the and smile while
imitates 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 Strike Back)
With mo' game the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll the music in tact
Fuck that, back 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 speak to him and he does he wants
But you know they steal the vote if anybody gets
The real sin is the when the people support
the death but call abortion murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no asked
'Specially, when the kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that don't exist
Set up puppet governments, for the to get richer
More for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools cause they say no money remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new slaves
Who's crazy? I can see, the disguise
See, through the media's and lies
See a full of sheep still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!