Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

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

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

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

Head honcho, cat
Push everythin' from the to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my dick
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie it up

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

Firm, nigga what? Get my licked
Never love a trick, get him for his
Fuck him and his dick, nigga the six?
He actin' like a bitch, he known this
Got the the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this
ass shit, I could play with my shit

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

fuck around, lay somethin' down
Wit mad out here 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 grab my wrists, offer me Crist
More of the shit to hold you with, keep 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 stay fuckin' your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans red seams
it from me, let a nigga dream
Make 'em lick that, get the cat for his

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

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

Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin' at
Watchin' the kids, while you're 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 ain't slick enough, think I don't

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

get enough
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

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

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