Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

Everyday I'ma polli 'bout, 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, rhyme a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, 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
Make mills and escro,
Cancoon, Mexico,

got all, along with gold
Now it's platinum rings, songs is
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 dick
Smoke the chocolate, trick my up
Pass all the ki's to mami, it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie it up

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

Firm, what? Get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his
Fuck him and his dick, where the six?
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, figures
Cognac is that liquor got me all out
Now I'm in the street the guns out
Niggas better me home, 'fore I dumbs out

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

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

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

It's about time I reverse
Bitches learn game, rehearse
It no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes wanna slap 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 for that, caught you creepin'
Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets weekend
Spendin' my doe, I coulda spent that on
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
freak me, I'm better off with TV
That Firm shit, that Firm

get enough
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

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