Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

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

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

got all, along 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

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

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

Firm, nigga what? Get my twat
Never a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the
He actin' like a bitch, he should've known
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin'
Bomb ass shit, I could play 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, 'fore I out

fuck around, lay somethin' down
Wit mad niggas out here to see that
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 hatin' I'ma fold bitch
Should've known to control chick, hoes mad, 'cos I roll the six

Doe full of ices, 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 that, get the cat for his cream

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

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

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

ass, think I slept on your 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 Firm

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

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

get enough
That Firm shit, that shit
get enough