Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rap niggas, capitalize, figures
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, 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, me moselle Crist
More of the shit to hold you with, 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 stay fuckin' your
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

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

about time 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 hurt

Think you're grown, the niggas sittin' at home
Watchin' the kids, you're 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 slick enough, think I don't know

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

Can't get
That Firm shit, that shit

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

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

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