Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

I only bang quarters, not a thing of
a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty lose but the game taught her
just like Thelma, James's daughter
Killer put you on, got you in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the you call home?

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

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

honcho, cat Esco
Push everythin' from the 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, live it up

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

Firm, nigga what? Get my licked
Never love a trick, get him for his
him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin' a bitch, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin'
Bomb ass shit, I play with my shit

Rap niggas, capitalize, stock
Cognac is that liquor got me all out
Now I'm in the street the guns out
better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out

Might fuck around, lay down
Wit mad niggas out here to see that
We click, runnin' shit 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 to hold you with, keep hatin' I'ma fold your bitch
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad, I roll the six

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

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

about time I reverse that
Bitches learn game, rehearse
It no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes wanna while I got him on his back
Tryin', to hurt

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

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

Can't get
Firm shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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