Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Firm, nigga what? Get my licked
love a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, nigga the six?
He like a bitch, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I no bonin' this
Bomb ass shit, I could with my shit

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

Might fuck around, lay somethin'
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, offer me Crist
of the shit 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 of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my stay fuckin' your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch with red seams
Take it me, let a nigga dream
Make 'em lick that, get the cat for his

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

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

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

Dumb ass, think I 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 off with TV
Firm shit, that Firm shit

Can't get
Firm shit, that Firm shit

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

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

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