Luyện nghe bài hát Hardcore - Nas

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

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

I only quarters, not a thing short of
Than a dime, rhyme like a crime reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James's
Killer put you on, got you laced in
stone, where the place you call home?

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

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

honcho, cat Esco
Push from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my sucked
Smoke the chocolate, my chicks up
all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie it up

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

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

Rap niggas, capitalize, stock
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 to see that shit
We that click, runnin' up in New Yick
All the way down to Hicktown, 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, keep hatin' fold your bitch
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad, 'cos I the six

Doe of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my niggas fuckin' your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch with 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 shit, that Firm shit
Your love, so
You some hardcore
That Firm shit, that Firm

It's time I reverse that
learn game, rehearse that
It no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes slap while I got him on his back
Tryin', to hurt

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

Dumb ass, think I slept on bum ass
Knew the whole stee 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 shit

get enough
That Firm shit, that Firm

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

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

get enough
That Firm shit, that shit
get enough