Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore

[nas

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

That shit, that firm shit

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

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

[nas
Head honcho, cat
Push from the coupe to the fo'
love a ho, get my dick 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 what? get my licked
Never love a trick, get him for his
Fuck him and his dick, nigga the six?
He actin like a bitch, he should've known
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin
Bomb ass shit, I could play with my

[nas
Rap niggas, capitalise, figures
Cognac is liquor
Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the out
Niggas better take me home, 'fore I out
Might around, lay somethin down
Wit mad niggas out here to see that
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 grab my wrists, offer me moselle
More of the shit to hold you
hatin 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 stay fuckin your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red
Take it me, let a nigga dream
Make em that, get the cat for his cream

(x2)

[foxy
It's time I reverse that
Bitches learn game, rehearse
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, while you're it on
I'm too smart for that, you creepin
Receipts in your prada bag, sweets every
my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro
You slick enough, think I don't know

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

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

(x3)

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