Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't a bitch, I heard somebody think
Rap is dead cause runnin out of shit to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, I started to serve
Off the line of the mind
Back in 2005 droppin hammers without the
the ruckus from the booth to the hood
Motherfucker cause it all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' on, we rain on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard truth and rough
Plus that that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're snatchin us up,
At yo' school, promisin what?
recognize the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that embed the swords
Who the ones pimp us all death for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so what the
Interscope ah better we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, a coon parade, yeah
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to on Viacom
It's on, long as needed we keep-keepin it strong
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they the black out
I grip my and blow your back out
We act out, cause you know we reppin the
Still a (Rebel) needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

[Chorus: D (singers)]
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, truth soldiers in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't nobody 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, nobody hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now tell me who can bring it
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 words I throw
When I say it loud better that I'm black 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 never it again, naw
Channel never heat it again
It never fit into the corporate of attack
They genocidal practices only us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
the lies of the homicide and smile 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 the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll the music in tact
Fuck that, bust on they criminal ways
No compassion in they action for the son of a
Now the church used to hurt us, somebody behave
Like this up in office really worship and pray
Like God to him and he does what he wants
But you know they steal the vote if gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the support
the death penalty but call murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no questions
'Specially, when the kill each other for gas
Known to on a menace that don't even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the to get richer
More for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the close cause they say no money remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new slaves
Who's crazy? I can see, through the
See, through the media's and lies
See a nation of sheep still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's designed a rhyme, we do it

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