Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

What? That shit, that Firm shit
What? That Firm shit, that Firm

Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, who's the best out?
And will they let Gotti out?
Am I real? free to try me out
eternally, you signin' out

I only bang quarters, not a short of
Than a dime, rhyme a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would but the game taught her
Hoodrat just Thelma, James's daughter
Killer put you on, got you in Bucon
stone, where the place you call home?

Brooklyn girl, plotted I took the world
You the whole drill, Na Na so ill
Make mills and escro,
Cancoon, Mexico,

Bracelets got all, along gold
Now it's platinum rings, is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the gun
Thriller, will I shot to the top of the

Head honcho, cat
everythin' from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my sucked
the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the ki's to mami, it up
Fox get the B's, live it up

Your love, so
You some hardcore
That Firm shit, that Firm
love, so good
You deserve some
That Firm shit, that Firm

Firm, nigga what? Get my licked
love a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, where the six?
He actin' like a bitch, he known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin'
Bomb ass shit, I could with my shit

Rap niggas, capitalize, figures
Cognac is that got me all numbed out
Now I'm in the street with the out
better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out

Might around, lay somethin' down
Wit mad niggas out here to see that
We click, runnin' shit up in New Yick
All the way down to Hicktown, it down

Fox be the classiest, the
The clubs, all grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist
More of the shit to hold you with, keep hatin' I'ma fold your
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad, I roll the six

Doe of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin' girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch with red seams
Take it me, let a nigga dream
'em lick that, get the cat for his cream

Your love, so
You deserve some
That Firm shit, Firm shit
love, so good
You deserve some
That Firm shit, that shit

It's about time I reverse
Bitches learn game, rehearse
It ain't no love, ma that
Ya hoes slap while I got him on his back
Tryin', to hurt

Think grown, half the niggas sittin' at home
Watchin' the kids, while gettin' it on
I'm too for that, caught you creepin'
Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every
my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro
You ain't enough, think I don't know

Dumb ass, I slept on your bum ass
Knew the whole 'bout a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
freak me, I'm better off with TV
That Firm shit, that Firm

Can't get
That Firm shit, Firm shit

Your love, so
You deserve hardcore
That Firm shit, Firm shit
Your love, so
You deserve hardcore
That Firm shit, that shit

love, so good
You deserve hardcore
That Firm shit, that Firm

Can't get
Firm shit, that Firm shit
Can't get