Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

[nas

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

That shit, that firm shit

Everyday i'ma bout, who's the best hotty out?
And they ever let gotti out?
Am I real? free to try me out
eternally, you signin out
I only bang quarters, not a short of
Than a dime, rhyme like a scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game her
Hoodrat like thelma, james' daughter
Killer put you on, got you in bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you call

[foxy
Brooklyn girl, then I took the world
You know the drill, na na so ill
mills and escro, decimals
Cancoon, mexico,
Bracelets got all, along with
Now it's rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the game
Thriller, will I to the top of the charts

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

(x2)

Your love, so
You deserve hardcore
[nas] that firm shit, that firm

brown]
Firm, what? get my twat licked
Never a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, where the six?
He actin like a bitch, he should've known
Got the the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
ass shit, I could play with my shit

[nas
Rap niggas, capitalise, figures
is that liquor
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 niggas out here to see that
We that click, runnin shit up in new
All the way down to hicktown, it down

brown]
Fox be the classiest, the
The clubs, all grab my wrists, offer me moselle crist
of the shit to hold you with
Keep hatin fold your bitch
Should've known to that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6
Doe of ices, black isis
Sidewalk, my niggas fuckin your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch with red seams
it from me, let a nigga dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his

(x2)

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

escobar]
Think you're grown, the niggas sittin at home
Watchin the kids, you're gettin it on
I'm too smart for that, caught you
Receipts in your prada bag, every weekend
Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on
You ain't slick enough, think I know

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

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

(x3)

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