Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

I only bang quarters, not a thing of
a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, daughter
Killer put you on, got you in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the you call home?

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

Bracelets got all, along gold
Now it's platinum rings, is sold
Hot the jumpstart, let the gun spark
Thriller, will I to the top of the charts

Head honcho, cat
everythin' from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never a ho, get my dick sucked
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 deserve some
That Firm shit, that shit
love, so good
You deserve some
That Firm shit, Firm shit

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

Rap niggas, capitalize, figures
Cognac is liquor got me all numbed out
Now I'm in the street the guns out
Niggas better me home, 'fore I dumbs out

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

Doe of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin' your
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red
Take it from me, let a dream
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

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 that

Think you're grown, the niggas sittin' at home
Watchin' the kids, while gettin' it on
I'm too smart for that, caught you
in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin' my doe, I coulda spent on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I know

ass, think I slept on your bum ass
Knew the whole 'bout a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
Couldn't freak me, I'm better off TV
That Firm shit, that shit

Can't get
Firm shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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