Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Firm, nigga what? Get my licked
love a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, where the six?
He like a bitch, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I no bonin' this
ass shit, I could play with my shit

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

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

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

Doe full of ices, black
Sidewalk, my stay fuckin' your girl
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

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

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

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

Dumb ass, think I 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 Firm shit, that shit

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

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

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