Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

[nas

That firm shit, that firm shit, what's

That firm shit, that shit

Everyday i'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty
And they ever let gotti out?
Am I real? feel to try me out
eternally, you signin out
I bang quarters, not a thing short of
Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene
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 home?

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

escobar]
Head honcho, cat
Push everything the coupe to the fo'
Never 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

(x2)

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

brown]
Firm, nigga what? get my twat
Never a trick, get him for his chips
him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin like a bitch, he known this
Got the stone the wrist, I no bonin this
ass shit, I could play with my shit

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

brown]
Fox be the classiest, the
The clubs, all thugs my wrists, offer me moselle crist
More of the shit to you with
Keep hatin i'ma fold your
known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6
Doe full of ices, isis
Sidewalk, my niggas fuckin your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch with red seams
Take it from me, let a dream
Make em that, get the cat for his cream

(x2)

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

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

[foxy
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
freak me, I'm better off with tv
[nas] that firm shit, firm shit

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

(x3)

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