Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

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

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

I only quarters, not a thing short 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 laced in
Bledest stone, where the you call home?

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

Bracelets got all, with gold
Now it's platinum rings, songs is
Hot from the jumpstart, let the gun
Thriller, I shot to the top of the charts

honcho, cat Esco
Push everythin' the Coupe 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, Bonnie it up

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

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

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

Might fuck around, lay somethin'
Wit mad niggas out here to see that
We click, runnin' 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 bitch
Should've known to control that chick, 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
Take it from me, let a dream
Make 'em lick that, get the cat for his

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

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

you're grown, half the niggas sittin' at home
Watchin' the kids, while gettin' it on
I'm too smart for that, caught you
Receipts in Prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin' my doe, I coulda spent that on
You slick 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 better off TV
That Firm shit, Firm shit

Can't get
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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