Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

I only bang quarters, not a thing of
Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene
Thought shorty would but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in
stone, where the place you call 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, with gold
Now it's platinum rings, is sold
Hot the jumpstart, let the gun spark
Thriller, I shot to the top of the charts

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

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

Firm, nigga what? Get my twat
Never a trick, get him for his chips
him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin' like a bitch, he should've this
Got the stone the wrist, I 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 with the guns out
Niggas take me home, 'fore I dumbs out

Might fuck around, lay down
Wit mad niggas out here to see 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 fold your
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad, I roll the six

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

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

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

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

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

Can't get
That Firm shit, Firm shit

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

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

get enough
That Firm shit, that Firm
get enough