Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

Everyday polli 'bout, who's the best hotty out?
And will ever let Gotti out?
Am I real? free to try me out
eternally, you signin' out

I bang quarters, not a thing short of
a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought would lose but the game taught her
just like Thelma, James's daughter
Killer put you on, got you in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you home?

Brooklyn girl, plotted I took the world
You know the drill, Na Na so ill
Make mills and escro,
Cancoon, Mexico,

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

honcho, cat Esco
Push everythin' from the to the Fo'
love 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

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

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

Rap niggas, capitalize, stock
is that liquor got me all numbed out
Now I'm in the with the guns out
Niggas better me home, 'fore I dumbs out

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

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

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

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

It's time I reverse that
Bitches learn game, that
It ain't no love, ma that
Ya hoes wanna slap I got him on his back
Tryin', to hurt

Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin' at
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

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
That Firm shit, that shit

get enough
That shit, that Firm shit

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

love, so good
You some hardcore
That Firm shit, Firm shit

get enough
That shit, that Firm shit
Can't get