Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

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

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

Bracelets got all, with 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' the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my dick
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
Pass all the to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie it up

Your love, so
You some hardcore
That Firm shit, that Firm
Your love, so
You some 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 like a bitch, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no this
Bomb ass shit, I could play with my

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dumb ass, I slept on your bum ass
Knew the stee 'bout a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
freak me, I'm better off with TV
That Firm shit, that shit

get enough
That Firm shit, Firm shit

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

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

get enough
That Firm shit, that Firm
get enough