Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, the best hotty out?
And they ever let Gotti out?
Am I real? free to try me out
eternally, you signin' out

I only quarters, not a thing short of
Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene
shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, daughter
Killer put you on, got you in Bucon
Bledest stone, the place you call home?

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 platinum rings, songs is
Hot from the jumpstart, let the gun
Thriller, will I shot to the top of the

honcho, cat Esco
Push everythin' the Coupe to the Fo'
love a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
Pass all the to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie it up

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

Firm, nigga 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 known this
Got the stone the wrist, I no bonin' this
Bomb ass shit, I could with my shit

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

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

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

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

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

It's about time I that
Bitches learn game, rehearse
It no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his
Tryin', to that

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

Dumb ass, think I on your bum ass
Knew the whole stee 'bout a chip me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
freak me, I'm better off with TV
That Firm shit, that Firm

Can't get
That shit, that Firm shit

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

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

get enough
That Firm shit, that shit
get enough