Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, who's the best out?
And will they let Gotti out?
Am I real? Feel 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 shorty would lose but the taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James's
put you on, got you laced in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you home?

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

got all, along with 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 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

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

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

Rap niggas, capitalize, figures
Cognac is liquor got me all numbed out
Now I'm in the street the guns out
Niggas better take me home, I dumbs out

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

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

love, so good
You some hardcore
That shit, that Firm shit
Your love, so
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 hoes wanna slap I got him on his back
Tryin', to hurt

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

Dumb ass, think I 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
Firm shit, that Firm shit

Can't get
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

get enough
That Firm shit, that shit
get enough