Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, the best hotty 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 short of
Than a dime, rhyme a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty lose but the game taught her
just like Thelma, James's daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in
Bledest stone, the place you call home?

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

Bracelets got all, along gold
Now it's platinum rings, is sold
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
Pass all the ki's to mami, it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie it up

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

Firm, nigga what? Get my licked
love 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 stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin'
Bomb ass shit, I could with my shit

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

Might fuck around, lay down
Wit mad niggas out to see that shit
We that click, 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 fuckin' your
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red
it from me, let a nigga dream
Make 'em that, get the cat for his cream

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

It's about time I reverse
learn game, rehearse that
It no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes slap while I got him on his back
Tryin', to that

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

Dumb ass, think I slept on bum ass
Knew the whole stee 'bout a like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
freak me, I'm better off with TV
That Firm shit, that Firm

Can't get
That shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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