Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

[nas

That firm shit, that shit, what's that?

That firm shit, that firm

Everyday i'ma polli bout, the best hotty out?
And will they ever let gotti
Am I feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you out
I only bang quarters, not a short of
Than a dime, rhyme a crime scene reporter
Thought would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just thelma, james' daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in
Bledest stone, where the place you home?

[foxy
Brooklyn girl, then I took the world
You the whole drill, na na so ill
Make mills and escro,
Cancoon, mexico,
Bracelets got all, with gold
Now it's platinum rings, is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the spark
Thriller, I shot to the top of the charts

escobar]
Head honcho, cat
everything from the coupe to the fo'
Never a ho, get my dick sucked
the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the to mami, whip it up
Fox get the b's, bonnie it up

(x2)

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

[foxy
Firm, nigga what? get my licked
Never a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, nigga the six?
He actin 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

escobar]
Rap niggas, capitalise, stock
Cognac is that
Got me all out, now I'm in the street with the guns out
Niggas better me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might fuck around, lay somethin
Wit mad out here to see that shit
We that click, shit up in new yick
All the way down to hicktown, layin it

[foxy
Fox be the classiest, the
The clubs, all thugs my wrists, offer me moselle crist
More of the shit to hold you
Keep i'ma fold your bitch
Should've known to control chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6
Doe of ices, black isis
Sidewalk, my niggas stay your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red
Take it from me, let a dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his

(x2)

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

[nas
Think you're grown, half the sittin at home
Watchin the kids, you're gettin it on
I'm too for that, caught you creepin
Receipts in your prada bag, sweets weekend
my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I know

[foxy
Dumb ass, think I on your bum ass
the whole stee bout a chip like me
Did it on g-p, let you eat me
Couldn't freak me, I'm better off tv
[nas] that firm shit, that shit

Can't get enough, oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
[nas] that firm shit, that firm

(x3)

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