Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

Everyday polli 'bout, who's the best hotty out?
And will ever let Gotti out?
Am I Feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you out

I only bang quarters, not a thing of
Than a dime, rhyme like a scene reporter
Thought shorty lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, daughter
put you on, got you laced in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the you call home?

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

Bracelets got all, with gold
Now platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot the jumpstart, let the gun spark
Thriller, will I to the top of the charts

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

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

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

Rap niggas, capitalize, figures
Cognac is liquor got me all numbed out
Now I'm in the with the guns out
Niggas better take me home, 'fore I out

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

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' fold your bitch
Should've to control that chick, hoes mad, 'cos I roll the six

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

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

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

Think you're grown, half the sittin' at home
Watchin' the kids, while gettin' it on
I'm too smart for that, caught you
Receipts in your Prada bag, every weekend
Spendin' my doe, I spent that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, 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
Couldn't freak me, I'm off with TV
That Firm shit, that shit

Can't get
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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