CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Hardcore (ft The LJ)

So go phone home now
I get the flow down
up I'm so loud
Like what, I'm on now
own town
I'll buy my own now
so relentless
Talking nonsense can make up a sentence
I'm like forget this
F**k, Imma set this up all again
And don't don't you forget son
Dope never give up, chasing perfection
Can you [?] me? Pfft, that is hardly
Horribly impossible, I just party
Sorry, if I f**ked up your heart, G
Harm me? F**k that, you can't even disarm me

Trust the amateurs who scream, they keep it real
So very hardcore, that you hit the hard floor

Largely popular 'round these places dude
Barbie girls always be up in my face like "ooh"
Are we going somewhere to a new place and you partly
Pay for us, 'cause we are amazed with you
Sorry, ladies that won't happen, nawh
That don't happen now, I stepped up a notch
Attention is what you should pay to your health
Play with your wealth, b*t*h pay for yourself
I need that cash money
You think that that's funny
Addictive and hungry
A victim to money
Money over hoes, over clothes, over everything
everything can help you hold anything
and b*t*hes, they be f**kin' this sh*t
Up in your hustle when you're strugglin', sh*t
When you sell rocks in this b*t*h, and start to get rich
Someone always gonna hate when your pockets get fit, damn
Trust the amateurs who scream, they keep it real
So very hardcore, that you hit the hard floor
Trust the amateurs who scream, they keep it real
So very hardcore, that you hit the hard floor

(Yeah)
[?], is you blind?
I grind from way behind
I'm lined up like a '9
I sign onto your mind
Like [?] n***as think I'm [?]
I'm impressing and fresher than the mintiest [?]
Eloquent, smoother than a shot of whiskey
I'm driving sixty
Man your [?] shifty and they feel p*ssy 'cause I'm bumping 50
Power of [?], or rather fury of [?]
I'm purely [?] when it comes up to rolling up [?]
Add a n***a, I don't bust triggers, that's purely fiction
N***as [?] will be simply hittin' up a prison
I dont f**k the system, f**k the women that be non implicit
When I stop, what is it man? I don't give a f**k 'bout your b*t*hes
Keep it simple, [?] of all the sh*t
through half your lyrics and rip 'em out, like they was hidden
Thus you know the business, you can see me throughout all the flickers, blaow