Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

I only quarters, not a thing short of
Than a dime, like a crime scene reporter
shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in
Bledest stone, where the place you call

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

about time I reverse that
Bitches learn game, rehearse
It ain't no love, ma that
Ya hoes wanna slap 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 your Prada bag, every weekend
Spendin' my doe, I spent that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I 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
Couldn't freak me, I'm off with TV
That shit, that Firm shit

Can't get
That Firm shit, Firm shit

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

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

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