Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody
Rap is dead cause people runnin out of 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 droppin hammers the time
Bring the ruckus from the booth to the
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I wish would
Get yo' vest on, we rain on
The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original
P and the policin the beast
we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just truth and rough raps
Plus that gear keep 'em fearin the crime
Makin sure brothers knowin the time, that's why it ain't no
See the army as they're us up, yeah
At yo' high school, promisin
recognize the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that embed the swords
Who the ones us all sellin death for Murder Dog
The imagery is dead-ly so what the
ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, a coon parade, yeah
Bitch goin out all day
We guns 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, you know we reppin 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)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Keep the record rollin, nobody colder when we play)
Whatever it takes to it hardcore!
(Hard truth soldier, ridin 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 me who can bring it liver
It's P.E., still the beast
In this of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And grown men actin teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know words I throw around
When I say it loud better know 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 realest from
But I bet you hear it again, naw
Clear Channel never it again
It never fit into the corporate plan of
They genocidal practices givin us "Murder on Wax"
us terrified, music sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and while
life imitates what we they all
makin money off the African's fall, why I'm callin out

Because a (Nation of Millions) is the (Black)
we (Bumrush the Show) (The Enemy Strike 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 compassion in they for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, make somebody
this devil up in office really worship and pray
Like God to him and he does what he wants
But you know they steal the if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the when the people support
the death penalty but abortion murder for sport
For the patri-OT, ain't no questions asked
'Specially, the babies 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 money for them hoods, but the hood's in
When the schools close they say no money remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new century
Who's crazy? I can see, the disguise
See, the media's propaganda and lies
See a nation full of sheep still and blind
So we 'em with the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]