Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, who's the best hotty
And will they ever let out?
Am I Feel free 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?

girl, plotted then 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 the jumpstart, let the gun spark
Thriller, I shot to the top of the charts

honcho, cat Esco
Push everythin' the Coupe to the Fo'
love a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie it up

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

Firm, nigga Get my twat licked
Never a trick, get him for his chips
him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin' like a bitch, he should've known
Got the stone the wrist, I no bonin' this
Bomb ass shit, I could with my shit

Rap niggas, capitalize, figures
Cognac is that liquor got me all out
Now I'm in the street with the 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, runnin' up in New Yick
All the way to Hicktown, layin' it down

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

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

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

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

Think grown, half 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 every
Spendin' my doe, I coulda that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, I don't know

ass, think 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
Firm shit, that Firm shit

Can't get
That Firm shit, that shit

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

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

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