Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

I only bang quarters, not a short of
Than a dime, rhyme a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in
Bledest stone, the place you call home?

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

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

Head honcho, cat
Push from the Coupe to the Fo'
love a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, trick my up
Pass all the to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, live it up

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

Firm, nigga Get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his
Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the
He actin' like a bitch, he known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin'
Bomb ass shit, I could play my shit

Rap niggas, capitalize, figures
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

Might around, lay somethin' down
Wit mad niggas out here to see 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 moselle
More of the shit to hold you with, keep hatin' I'ma fold bitch
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad, 'cos I the six

Doe full of ices, black
Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin' girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch with red seams
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, Firm shit
Your love, so
You deserve some
That Firm shit, Firm shit

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

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

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

get enough
That Firm shit, that shit

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

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

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