Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, who's the best hotty
And will ever let Gotti out?
Am I real? free 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 lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just Thelma, James's daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in
stone, where the place you call home?

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

Bracelets got all, along gold
Now it's platinum rings, songs is
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 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, live it up

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

Firm, nigga what? Get my twat
Never love a trick, get him for his
Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the
He actin' like a bitch, he should've this
Got the stone the wrist, I no bonin' this
Bomb ass shit, I could play with my

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

Might fuck around, lay somethin'
Wit mad niggas out to see that shit
We that click, runnin' 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 you with, keep hatin' I'ma fold your bitch
Should've to control that chick, hoes mad, 'cos I roll the six

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

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

It's about time I 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

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

Dumb ass, I slept on your bum ass
the whole stee '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

get enough
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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