Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody
Rap is cause people runnin out of shit to say
So and so absurd
I was almost at a for words, then I started to serve
Off the line of the mind
in 2005 droppin hammers without the time
Bring the ruckus from the to the hood
Motherfucker cause it ain't all good, now I they would
Get yo' vest on, we on Babylon
The News, anti-pop, original group
P and the Enemy policin the
Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put on Jesus
Back vocals, no whack shit, no glory focus
No tracks, just 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, what?
Better the bling of the murder machine
That's why it's meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to
Who the whores that with the swords
Who the ones pimp us all sellin for Murder Dog
The is dead-ly so what the fuck?
Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the
Like Nas said, it's a coon parade,
niggaz goin out all day
We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on
on, long as needed 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 takes to it hardcore!
(Ridin with a soldier, hard 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 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 it liver
It's P.E., beatin the beast
In this of latecomers, fake friends and flakes
And grown men actin teenagers, we raisin the stakes
What'cha know about words I throw
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 the realest from reachin
But I bet you never it again, naw
Clear Channel never heat it
It fit into the corporate plan of attack
They genocidal practices only us "Murder on Wax"
Keep us terrified, sterilized
Back the lies of the and smile while
life what we make; 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' game the music and our message attract
(Revolverlution) and (Rebirth)'ll keep the in tact
Fuck that, bust on they criminal ways
No compassion in action for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, make behave
Like this devil up in really worship and pray
Like God speak to him and he what he wants
But you know they steal the vote if anybody smart
The real sin is the when the people support
the penalty but call abortion murder for sport
For the fake patri-OT, ain't no asked
'Specially, when the kill each other for gas
to blast on a menace that don't even exist
Set up governments, for the rich to get richer
More for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools cause they say no money remain
Still undereducated, makin wage
Got your Wal*Mart, makin new slaves
crazy? I can see, through the disguise
See, the media's propaganda and lies
See a nation full of still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's with a rhyme, we do it

D]
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!