Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, the best hotty out?
And they ever let Gotti out?
Am I Feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you out

I only quarters, not a thing short of
a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in
Bledest stone, the place you call home?

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

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

Head honcho, cat
Push everythin' from the to the Fo'
love a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, trick my up
Pass all the ki's to mami, it up
Fox get the B's, live it up

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

Firm, nigga 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 the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this
Bomb ass shit, I could play with my

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

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

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

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

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

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

Think you're grown, half the niggas at home
Watchin' the kids, while gettin' it on
I'm too smart for that, you creepin'
Receipts in your Prada bag, every weekend
Spendin' my doe, I spent that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I know

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

Can't get
That shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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