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 hotty
And will they let Gotti out?
Am I real? free to try me out
eternally, you signin' out

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

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

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

Head honcho, cat
everythin' from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my dick
the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, live it up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Think grown, half the niggas sittin' at home
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 coulda spent on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I don't

Dumb ass, 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 Firm shit, that shit

get enough
That shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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