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 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, original
P and the Enemy policin the
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on
Back with vocals, no whack shit, no focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard and rough raps
Plus that that keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure knowin the time, that's 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 meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores embed with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin death for Dog
The is dead-ly so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the
Like Nas said, a coon parade, yeah
Bitch goin out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on
It's on, long as needed we keep-keepin it strong
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as sell the black out
I grip my 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 takes to it hardcore!
(Ridin a soldier, hard truth soldiers in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't nobody when we play)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, with a soldier in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the rollin, can't nobody hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now me who can bring it liver
P.E., still beatin the beast
In this game of latecomers, fake and flakes
And grown men actin like teenagers, we raisin the
What'cha know about words I throw
When I say it loud better know that I'm black and I'm
(This is I mean, an Anti-Nigger Machine)
Take a look around and see the way keepin the realest from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear never heat it again
It never fit into the corporate of attack
They genocidal only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
Back the lies of the homicide and smile
imitates what we make; they all
makin money off the African's fall, why I'm callin out

Because a (Nation of Millions) is the (Black)
When we (Bumrush the Show) (The Strike Back)
With mo' game than the and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the music in
Fuck that, back on they criminal ways
No compassion in they action for the son of a
Now the church used to hurt us, make behave
this 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 gets smart
The real sin is the when the people support
the penalty 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 even
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
More money for them hoods, but the in pain
When the schools close cause they say no remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got Wal*Mart, makin new century slaves
Who's I can see, through the disguise
See, the media's propaganda and lies
See a nation full of still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!