Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

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

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

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

Head honcho, cat
Push everythin' 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 some hardcore
That shit, that Firm shit
Your love, so
You deserve 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' like a bitch, he should've known
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no this
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 street with the out
better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out

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

Fox be the classiest, the
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle
More of the shit to 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 niggas fuckin' your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans red seams
it from me, let a nigga dream
Make 'em that, get the cat for his cream

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

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

Think you're grown, half the sittin' at home
Watchin' the kids, while you're it on
I'm too smart for that, you creepin'
Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every
Spendin' my doe, I coulda that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, 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 freak me, I'm off with TV
That Firm shit, that shit

Can't get
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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