Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

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

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

got all, along with gold
Now it's 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
the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, live it up

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

Firm, what? 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 ain't no this
Bomb ass shit, I play with my shit

Rap niggas, capitalize, stock
Cognac is that liquor got me all out
Now I'm in the street the guns out
Niggas better me home, 'fore I dumbs out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dumb ass, I slept 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
That Firm shit, Firm shit

get enough
That shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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