Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't a bitch, I heard somebody think
Rap is dead cause people runnin out of to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, then I to serve
Off the line of the mind
Back in 2005 droppin hammers without the
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, original
P and the policin the beast
Until we rise it'll be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back with vocals, no whack shit, no glory
No gimmick tracks, hard truth and rough raps
Plus that gear that keep 'em fearin the
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, promisin
Better the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words when we and ask you to think
Who the whores embed with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin death for Dog
The imagery is so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we never and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a parade, yeah
Bitch niggaz out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to on Viacom
It's on, long as we competin keep-keepin it strong
no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the black out
I my shit and blow your back out
We act out, cause you know we reppin the
Still a (Rebel) never a (Pause), I check drawers for balls

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

Soul survivors, now tell me who can it liver
It's P.E., still the beast
In this game of latecomers, friends and flakes
And men actin like teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know about words I around
When I say it loud better know that I'm black and I'm
(This is what I mean, an Machine)
Take a look around and see the way they the realest from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear never heat it again
It never fit into the corporate plan of
They genocidal practices givin us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the lies of the and smile while
life what we make; they all
makin 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 and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the in tact
Fuck that, bust back on criminal ways
No compassion in they for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, somebody behave
Like this devil up in office really worship and
Like God speak to him and he does what he
But you know they steal the vote if anybody smart
The sin is the dilemma when the people support
the death penalty but abortion murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no 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 hoods, but the hood's in pain
the schools close cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin minimum
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new slaves
crazy? 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 the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

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Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!