Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

I bang quarters, not a thing short of
Than a dime, rhyme like a crime reporter
shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James's
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
Make mills and escro,
Cancoon, Mexico,

got all, along with gold
Now it's platinum rings, songs is
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, trick my up
Pass all the ki's to mami, it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie it up

Your love, so
You deserve hardcore
That Firm shit, that shit
love, so good
You deserve hardcore
That Firm shit, Firm 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 known
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin'
Bomb ass shit, I play with my shit

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

Might fuck around, lay down
Wit mad niggas out here to see shit
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 to hold you with, keep hatin' I'ma fold your bitch
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad, 'cos I the six

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

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

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

you're grown, half the niggas sittin' at home
Watchin' the kids, while you're 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 slept on 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 off with TV
That Firm shit, that shit

get enough
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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