Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

Everyday polli 'bout, who's the best hotty out?
And will ever 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, like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just Thelma, James's daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in
Bledest stone, where the place you call

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

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

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

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

Firm, what? Get my twat licked
Never a trick, get him for his chips
him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He like 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
is that liquor got me all numbed out
Now I'm in the street with the out
Niggas better me home, 'fore I dumbs out

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

Doe full of ices, black
Sidewalk, my stay 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

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

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

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

Dumb ass, I slept on your bum ass
Knew the stee 'bout a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
Couldn't freak me, I'm better off TV
That Firm shit, that shit

get enough
That Firm shit, Firm shit

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

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

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