Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

[nas

That firm shit, that firm shit, what's

That firm shit, that firm

Everyday i'ma polli bout, the best hotty out?
And will they ever let out?
Am I real? free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you out
I bang quarters, not a thing short of
Than a dime, rhyme like a crime reporter
shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat like thelma, james' daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in
Bledest stone, where the you call home?

brown]
Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the
You know the drill, na na so ill
Make and escro, decimals
Cancoon, mexico,
got all, along with gold
Now it's rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the game
Thriller, will I shot to the top of the

escobar]
Head honcho, cat
Push from the coupe to the fo'
Never love a ho, get my dick
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the b's, bonnie it up

(x2)

Your love, so
You some hardcore
[nas] that shit, that firm shit

[foxy
Firm, nigga get my twat licked
Never a trick, get him for his chips
him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He like a bitch, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I no bonin this
Bomb ass shit, I could play my shit

[nas
Rap niggas, capitalise, figures
is that liquor
Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the out
Niggas take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might around, lay somethin down
Wit mad niggas out here to see shit
We that click, shit up in new yick
All the way to hicktown, layin it down

brown]
Fox be the classiest, the
The clubs, all grab my wrists, offer me moselle crist
More of the to hold you with
Keep hatin fold your bitch
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I the 6
Doe full of ices, isis
Sidewalk, my stay fuckin your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red
Take it from me, let a dream
em lick that, get the cat for his cream

(x2)

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

[nas
Think you're grown, half the sittin at home
Watchin the kids, while you're it on
I'm too smart for that, you creepin
in your prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on
You ain't slick enough, I don't know

[foxy
Dumb ass, think I on your bum ass
Knew the whole stee bout a like me
Did it on g-p, let you eat me
Couldn't me, I'm better off with tv
[nas] that firm shit, firm shit

Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooohooooh
[nas] that firm shit, that firm

(x3)

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