Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't a bitch, I heard somebody think
Rap is dead cause people out of shit to say
So ridiculous and so
I was almost at a loss for words, then I started to
Off the line of the mind
Back in 2005 droppin hammers the time
Bring the ruckus from the booth to the
Motherfucker it ain't all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The News, anti-pop, original group
P and the Enemy policin the
we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no whack shit, no focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard truth and raps
Plus that gear that keep 'em fearin the
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, why it ain't no smilin
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
Better recognize the of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to
Who the whores that with the swords
Who the ones us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so what the
Interscope ah better hope we never 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
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 blow your out
We act out, cause you know we reppin the
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 to make it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, ain't nobody colder we play)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Hard soldier, ridin with a soldier in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the rollin, can't nobody hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now tell me who can it liver
It's P.E., beatin the beast
In game of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And grown men actin teenagers, we raisin the stakes
know about words I throw around
When I say it loud better that I'm black and I'm proud
(This is I mean, an Anti-Nigger Machine)
Take a look around and see the way they keepin the from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear never heat it again
It never fit into the plan of attack
genocidal practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
Back the lies of the homicide and smile
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 than the 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 used to hurt us, make behave
Like devil up in office really worship and pray
Like God speak to him and he does what he
But you they steal the vote if anybody gets smart
The sin is the dilemma when the people support
the penalty but call abortion murder for sport
For the patri-OT, ain't no questions asked
'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
the schools close cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin minimum
Got your Wal*Mart, new century slaves
crazy? I can see, through the disguise
See, through the media's 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 to make it hardcore! [x2]