Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, who's the best 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, like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James's
put you on, got you laced in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you call

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

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

Head honcho, cat
Push everythin' from the to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my sucked
Smoke the chocolate, trick my up
all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie it up

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

Firm, nigga Get my twat licked
Never a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, nigga the six?
He actin' like a bitch, he should've known
Got the the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this
ass shit, I could play with my shit

Rap niggas, capitalize, 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 fuck around, lay somethin'
Wit mad niggas out to see that shit
We that click, shit up in New Yick
All the way to Hicktown, layin' it down

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

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

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

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

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

Dumb ass, think I on your bum ass
Knew the whole 'bout a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
Couldn't freak me, I'm off with TV
That Firm shit, that shit

Can't get
That shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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