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 of the Enemy's mind
Back in 2005 droppin without the time
Bring the ruckus from the to the hood
cause it ain't all good, now I wish they would
Get yo' vest on, we on Babylon
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, group
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put on Jesus
with vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just truth and rough raps
Plus that that keep '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 meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that embed with the
Who the ones us all sellin death for Murder 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
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on
It's on, long as 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 your back out
We act out, cause you know we the cause
Still a (Rebel) needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

Chuck D (singers)]
Whatever it to make it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, truth soldiers in the game)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Keep the rollin, ain't nobody colder when we play)
it takes to make it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, with a soldier in the game)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, 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, friends 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 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
Channel never heat it again
It never fit into the corporate plan of
They practices only givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
Back the lies of the homicide and while
imitates what 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' than the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll the music in tact
Fuck that, bust back on criminal ways
No compassion in they for the son of a slave
Now the used to hurt us, make somebody behave
Like devil up in office really worship and pray
God speak to him and he does what he wants
But you know they 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 fake patri-OT, ain't no asked
'Specially, when the babies kill other for gas
Known to blast on a that don't even exist
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
More money for hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the close cause they say no money remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new slaves
crazy? I can see, through the disguise
See, through the media's propaganda and
See a nation full of sheep still and blind
So we burn 'em the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!