Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

What? That Firm shit, that Firm
That Firm shit, that Firm shit

Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, who's the hotty out?
And will they ever let 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
just like Thelma, James's daughter
Killer put you on, got you in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you home?

Brooklyn girl, then I took the world
You the whole drill, Na Na so ill
Make and escro, decimals
Cancoon, Mexico,

Bracelets got all, along with
Now platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the gun
Thriller, I shot to the top of the charts

Head honcho, cat
everythin' from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never 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

Your love, so
You deserve some
That Firm shit, that shit
Your love, so
You some hardcore
Firm shit, that Firm shit

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

Rap niggas, capitalize, figures
Cognac is that liquor got me all out
Now I'm in the with the guns out
better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out

Might fuck around, lay down
Wit mad niggas out to see that shit
We that click, runnin' shit up in New
All the way down to Hicktown, it down

Fox be the classiest, the
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, me moselle Crist
More of the to hold you with, keep hatin' I'ma fold your bitch
known to control that chick, hoes mad, 'cos I roll the six

Doe full of ices, black
Sidewalk, my stay fuckin' your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red
Take it from me, let a dream
'em lick that, get the cat for his cream

Your love, so
You deserve hardcore
Firm shit, that Firm shit
Your love, so
You deserve some
That shit, that Firm shit

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

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 bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin' my doe, I coulda that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I don't

Dumb ass, think I slept on bum ass
Knew the stee 'bout a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
Couldn't me, I'm better off with TV
That Firm shit, Firm shit

Can't get
That Firm shit, that shit

love, so good
You some hardcore
Firm shit, that Firm shit
Your love, so
You deserve hardcore
That Firm shit, Firm shit

Your love, so
You deserve hardcore
That Firm shit, that Firm

get enough
That Firm shit, that shit
get enough