Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

I bang quarters, not a thing short of
Than a dime, like a crime scene reporter
Thought would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James's
put you on, got you laced in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you call

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

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

honcho, cat Esco
Push everythin' the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my dick
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 some hardcore
That shit, that Firm shit
Your love, so
You some hardcore
That Firm shit, Firm shit

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

Rap niggas, capitalize, stock
Cognac is that got me all numbed out
Now I'm in the with the guns out
Niggas better take me home, 'fore I 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 down to Hicktown, 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, mad, 'cos I roll the six

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

It's about time I reverse
Bitches learn game, 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 at home
Watchin' the kids, while you're it on
I'm too smart for that, you creepin'
Receipts in Prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin' my doe, I coulda spent on hydro
You slick 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 better off TV
That Firm shit, that Firm

get enough
That Firm shit, that shit

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

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

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