Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

[nas

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

That firm shit, that shit

Everyday polli 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
a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like thelma, daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in
Bledest stone, where the place you call

[foxy
Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the
You the whole drill, na na so ill
mills and escro, decimals
Cancoon, mexico,
Bracelets got all, along gold
Now platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the game
Thriller, I shot to the top of the charts

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

(x2)

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

brown]
Firm, what? get my twat licked
love a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, where the six?
He actin like a bitch, he should've this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin
Bomb ass shit, I could play my shit

escobar]
Rap niggas, capitalise, stock
Cognac is that
Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street 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, shit up in new yick
All the way to hicktown, layin it down

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

(x2)

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

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

[foxy
Dumb ass, think I slept on 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, that shit

Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooohooooh
that firm shit, that firm shit

(x3)

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