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 of the Enemy's mind
Back in 2005 droppin hammers without the
Bring the ruckus from the to the hood
Motherfucker it ain't all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' vest on, we on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we rise it'll be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no whack shit, no glory
No gimmick tracks, just truth and rough raps
Plus that that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no
See the as they're snatchin us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
Better recognize the bling of the murder
That's why it's meaning in the when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores embed with the swords
Who the pimp us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The is dead-ly so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, long as needed we competin 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, cause you we reppin the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I drawers for balls

Chuck D (singers)]
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, hard truth in the game)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't colder when we play)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin with a in the game)
Whatever it to make 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 the beast
In this game of latecomers, fake friends and
And grown men like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know about I throw around
When I say it loud better know that I'm and I'm proud
(This is what I mean, an Machine)
Take a look around and see the way keepin the realest from reachin
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear Channel never heat it
It never fit into the corporate plan of
They genocidal practices givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
Back the lies of the homicide and while
life what we make; they all
money off the African's fall, that's why I'm callin out

Because a (Nation of Millions) is the (Black)
When we (Bumrush the Show) (The Strike Back)
mo' game 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 church to hurt us, make somebody behave
Like devil up in office really worship and pray
Like God speak to him and he does what he
But you know they steal the vote if anybody smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the support
the death penalty but call abortion murder for
For the fake patri-OT, no questions asked
'Specially, the babies kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the rich to get
More for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the close cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin 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 full of sheep still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's with a rhyme, we do it

D]
Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]