Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

[nas

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

That firm shit, firm shit

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

brown]
Brooklyn girl, then I took the world
You know the drill, na na so ill
Make mills and escro,
Cancoon, mexico,
Bracelets got all, with gold
Now platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot the jumpstart, let the game spark
Thriller, will I shot to the top of the

[nas
honcho, cat esco
Push from the coupe to the fo'
Never love a ho, get my sucked
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
Pass all the ki's to mami, it up
Fox get the b's, live it up

(x2)

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

[foxy
Firm, nigga get my twat licked
Never a trick, get him for his chips
him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin a bitch, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin
Bomb ass shit, I could play my shit

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

brown]
Fox be the classiest, the
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle
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 stay your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans red seams
Take it from me, let a dream
em lick that, get the cat for his cream

(x2)

[foxy
It's about time I that
Bitches game, rehearse that
It ain't no love, ma remember
Ya wanna slap while I got him on his back
to hurt that

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

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

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

(x3)

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