Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can't get
Firm shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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