Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

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

Brooklyn girl, 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 platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot the jumpstart, let the gun spark
Thriller, will I shot to the top of the

Head honcho, cat
Push everythin' the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my sucked
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 deserve some
That shit, that Firm shit
love, so good
You deserve hardcore
That Firm shit, Firm shit

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

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

Might around, lay somethin' down
Wit mad niggas out to see that shit
We that click, runnin' shit up in New
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, hoes mad, 'cos I the six

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

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

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

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

Dumb ass, 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 off with TV
That Firm shit, Firm shit

Can't get
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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