Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody
Rap is dead cause people out of shit to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, then I to serve
Off the of the Enemy's mind
Back in 2005 droppin without the time
Bring the ruckus from the to the hood
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I they would
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original
P and the Enemy policin the
Until we it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus
with vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard truth and raps
Plus that gear that 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it no smilin
See the army as they're snatchin us up,
At yo' high school, what?
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 embed with the
Who the ones pimp us all sellin for Murder Dog
The imagery is so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we knowin and bringin the ruckus
Nas said, it's 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 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

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

Soul survivors, now tell me who can it liver
It's P.E., still the beast
In this game of latecomers, fake and flakes
And grown men actin like teenagers, we raisin the
What'cha about words I throw around
When I say it better know that I'm black and I'm proud
(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 hear it again, naw
Channel never heat it again
It never fit the corporate plan of attack
genocidal practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
the lies of the homicide and smile while
life imitates what we 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 Enemy Back)
With mo' game than the music and our attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll the music in tact
Fuck that, back on they criminal ways
No compassion in action for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, make somebody
Like this up in office really worship and pray
Like God speak to him and he what he wants
But you know they the vote if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the dilemma the people support
the death penalty but abortion murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, no questions asked
'Specially, when the babies kill other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the to get richer
More money for hoods, but the hood's in pain
the schools close cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new century
crazy? I can see, through the disguise
See, the media's propaganda and lies
See a nation full of sheep still simple and
So we burn 'em with the sermon designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!