Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

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

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

Bracelets got all, along gold
Now platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the gun
Thriller, I shot to the top of the charts

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

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

Firm, nigga Get my twat licked
Never a trick, get him for his chips
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, stock
is that liquor got me all numbed out
Now I'm in the street with the out
Niggas take me home, 'fore I dumbs out

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

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

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

It's about time I reverse
Bitches game, rehearse that
It ain't no love, ma that
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'
in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin' my doe, I coulda spent that on
You ain't slick enough, think I 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
freak me, I'm better off with TV
That Firm shit, that Firm

get enough
That Firm shit, that shit

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

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

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