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 started to
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in 2005 hammers without the time
the ruckus from the booth to the hood
Motherfucker it ain't all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' on, we rain on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the policin 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 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' school, promisin what?
Better the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores embed with the swords
Who the ones us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The is dead-ly so what the fuck?
ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
Bitch goin out all day
We guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, long as needed we competin keep-keepin it
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they the black out
I grip my shit and blow back out
We act out, cause you know we reppin the
Still a (Rebel) never a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

Chuck 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 record rollin, nobody colder when we play)
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Hard soldier, ridin 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 bring it
P.E., still beatin the beast
In this game of latecomers, fake and flakes
And grown men actin teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know about I throw around
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 they keepin the realest reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear Channel never it again
It never fit into the corporate of attack
They genocidal only givin us "Murder on Wax"
us terrified, music sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and smile
life imitates what we 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 Strike Back)
With mo' game than the music and our 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 to hurt us, make somebody behave
Like this devil up in office really and pray
God speak to him and he does what he wants
But you they steal 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 that don't even exist
Set up puppet governments, for the to get richer
More money for them hoods, but the hood's in
When the schools close cause they say no money
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, new century slaves
crazy? I can see, through the disguise
See, through the propaganda and lies
See a nation full of still simple and blind
So we 'em with the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to it hardcore! [x2]