Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody
Rap is dead cause runnin out of shit to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, then I to serve
Off the line of the Enemy's
Back in 2005 droppin hammers without the
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 News, anti-pop, original group
P and the Enemy the beast
Until we rise it'll be peace, I put that on Jesus
Back vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No gimmick tracks, just truth and rough raps
that gear 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 bling of the machine
That's why it's meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to
Who the that embed with 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, it's a coon parade,
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin guns on Tom to bomb on Viacom
It's on, long as we competin keep-keepin it strong
Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as as they sell the black out
I grip my shit and your back out
We act out, you know we reppin the cause
Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check for balls

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

Soul survivors, now tell me who can it liver
It's P.E., still the beast
In game 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 know that I'm black and I'm proud
(This is I mean, an Anti-Nigger Machine)
a look around and see the way they keepin 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 only us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, music
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)
When we (Bumrush the Show) (The Strike Back)
With mo' than the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll the music in tact
that, bust back on they criminal ways
No in they action for the son of a slave
Now the church used to us, make somebody behave
Like devil up in office really worship and pray
Like God to him and he does 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, ain't no asked
'Specially, when the babies kill other for gas
to blast on a menace that don't even exist
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
More money for them hoods, but the hood's in
When the schools close cause they say no remain
undereducated, makin minimum wage
Got your Wal*Mart, new century slaves
Who's 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 with the that's designed with a rhyme, we do it

D]
Whatever it to make it hardcore! [x2]