Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

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

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

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

honcho, cat Esco
Push from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never a ho, get my dick sucked
the chocolate, trick 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 Firm
Your love, so
You some hardcore
Firm shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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

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

Doe of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin' your
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 hardcore
That Firm shit, Firm shit
love, so good
You deserve some
That Firm shit, that shit

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

Think you're grown, half the niggas at home
the kids, while you're gettin' it on
I'm too smart for that, you creepin'
Receipts in Prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin' my doe, I coulda spent that on
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 Firm

get enough
That shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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