Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

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

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

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

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

love, so good
You deserve some
Firm shit, that Firm shit
Your love, so
You deserve hardcore
Firm 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 should've known
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin'
Bomb ass shit, I could play with my

Rap niggas, capitalize, figures
is that liquor got me all numbed 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, offer me Crist
More of the shit to hold you with, keep I'ma fold your bitch
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad, I roll the six

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

Your love, so
You some hardcore
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 no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes wanna slap I got him on his back
Tryin', to that

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

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 Firm shit, that shit

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

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

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