Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

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

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

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

honcho, cat Esco
Push everythin' from the to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my sucked
Smoke the chocolate, 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 Firm shit, Firm shit
love, so good
You some hardcore
That Firm shit, Firm shit

Firm, nigga what? Get my twat
love a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the
He actin' like a bitch, he should've known
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no this
ass shit, I could play with my shit

Rap niggas, capitalize, stock
Cognac is that got me all numbed out
Now I'm in the street with the 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, runnin' up in New Yick
All the way down to Hicktown, 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 bitch
Should've known to control that chick, mad, 'cos I roll the six

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

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

It's time I reverse that
Bitches game, rehearse that
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 niggas at home
Watchin' the kids, you're gettin' it on
I'm too smart for that, caught you
Receipts in Prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin' my doe, I spent that on hydro
You ain't enough, think I don't know

ass, think I slept on your bum ass
Knew the whole stee a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
freak me, I'm better off with TV
That shit, that Firm shit

get enough
That shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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