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 best out?
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
Than a dime, rhyme a crime scene reporter
Thought would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just Thelma, James's daughter
Killer put you on, got you in Bucon
Bledest stone, the place you call home?

Brooklyn girl, plotted 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 shot to the top of the

Head honcho, cat
everythin' from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my sucked
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
Pass all the ki's to mami, it up
Fox get the B's, live it up

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

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

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

Might around, lay somethin' down
Wit mad niggas out to see that shit
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 you with, keep 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 your girl
The rest be, hoes in jeans with red seams
Take it me, let a nigga dream
Make 'em lick that, get the cat for his

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

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

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

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

Can't get
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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