Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

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

Brooklyn girl, then 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 from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my dick
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
Pass all the ki's to mami, it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie it up

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

Firm, nigga Get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his
Fuck him and his dick, nigga the six?
He actin' like a bitch, he should've this
Got the stone the wrist, I no bonin' this
Bomb ass shit, I play with my shit

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

Might around, lay somethin' down
Wit mad niggas out 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 grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist
More of the shit to hold you with, hatin' I'ma fold your bitch
Should've known to that chick, hoes mad, 'cos I roll the six

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

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

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

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

ass, think 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 shit, that Firm shit

get enough
That Firm shit, Firm shit

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

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

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