Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

I only bang quarters, not a thing of
a dime, rhyme like 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?

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

got all, along with 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 sucked
the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, live it up

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

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

Rap niggas, capitalize, stock
Cognac is that liquor got me all out
Now I'm in the with the guns out
Niggas better take me home, 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 down to Hicktown, it down

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

Doe full of ices, Isis
Sidewalk, my niggas fuckin' 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 some
Firm shit, that Firm shit
Your love, so
You deserve hardcore
That Firm shit, that shit

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

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

Dumb ass, I slept on your bum ass
Knew the whole 'bout a chip 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

Can't get
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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