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

I only quarters, not a thing short of
Than a dime, rhyme like a scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James's
Killer put you on, got you laced in
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 with
Now it's platinum rings, songs is
Hot from the jumpstart, let the gun
Thriller, I shot to the top of the charts

honcho, cat Esco
Push from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
Pass all the ki's to mami, it up
Fox get the B's, live it up

love, so good
You deserve some
That shit, that Firm shit
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, where the six?
He actin' like a bitch, he should've this
Got the the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this
Bomb ass shit, I could with my shit

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

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

Fox be the classiest, the
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me Crist
More of the shit to hold you with, hatin' 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 stay fuckin' your girl
The rest be, hoes in jeans with red seams
it from me, let a nigga dream
Make 'em that, get the cat for his cream

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

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

Think you're grown, the niggas sittin' at home
Watchin' the kids, you're gettin' it on
I'm too for that, caught 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

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

Can't get
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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