Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

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

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

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

Head honcho, cat
everythin' from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never 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
Firm shit, that Firm shit
Your love, so
You deserve hardcore
That Firm shit, that Firm

Firm, nigga Get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his
him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin' like a bitch, he known this
Got the stone the wrist, I no bonin' this
Bomb ass shit, I could with my shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dumb ass, 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 freak me, I'm better off TV
That Firm shit, that shit

Can't get
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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