Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard think
Rap is dead cause people out of shit to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, then I started to
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in droppin hammers without the time
Bring the from the booth to the hood
cause it ain't all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' on, we rain on Babylon
The News, anti-pop, original group
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we rise it'll be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard truth and rough
Plus that that keep 'em fearin the crime
sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no smilin
See the as they're snatchin us up, yeah
At yo' school, promisin what?
Better recognize the of the murder machine
That's why it's in the words 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 imagery is dead-ly so the fuck?
Interscope ah hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
Bitch niggaz 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 long as sell the black out
I grip my shit and your back out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check for balls

Chuck 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 colder we play)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Hard soldier, ridin with a soldier in the game)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Keep the rollin, can't nobody hold the spot we claim)

Soul survivors, now tell me who can bring it
It's P.E., beatin the beast
In game of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And men actin like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know about words I throw
When I say it loud better know that I'm and I'm proud
(This is what I mean, an Machine)
a look around and see the way they 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 practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and smile
life imitates we make; they all
makin money off the African's fall, that's why I'm out

Because a (Nation of Millions) is the (Black)
When we (Bumrush the Show) (The Enemy Back)
mo' game than the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the in tact
Fuck that, bust back on they ways
No in they action for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, somebody 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 if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma when the people
the death penalty but call abortion murder for
For the fake patri-OT, no questions asked
'Specially, when the babies kill each for gas
Known to on a menace that don't even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the rich to get
money for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new century
Who's I can see, through the disguise
See, through the propaganda and lies
See a nation of sheep still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon designed with a rhyme, we do it

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