Luyện nghe bài hát Firm Fiasco

Verse one: nas escobar, az the

As far back as I can remember, I always to be in the firm
I can remember when I first met sosa, it was a glorious
There were guys everywhere, we were around
one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, party
People would stop and stare we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred just for opening the door
would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping
The ice cold, yeah we were and we still are

Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every
Heavy bag gold, changed angle
tangle, tabernacles
Ill coming at you, fuck parus
A years b.c., originally black jews
Cashsews honey now roasted, kill the colprate
He owe us shit, toe toe toe that four four bit
the hoe shit, mercury back tax ? birth? for me
Personally I existed when was in need, indeed
Human lifeform transformed light storms, poltrons
Electrons nuetrons, long
long, repltilaians I'll see y'all in the next millenium
What world are we in, amphibians moved to the carribean
force, placed under the court of law
Usually sport warlaw, my mind core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars launch
Nonchalaunt, there are jimmies up in the palms
Play low style, guteians change my profile
Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for
Firm islamic, hit the croner of the earth just a comet

Verse two: az the vizuliza, nas

See I like esco, he knew everybody and knew him
He was the type of guy who routed for the bad in the movies
But hey

Die for this firm, for this firm
Niggas learn, should come before your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the van
E's upon on us, cause of
we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world like taurus, went with sosa for four bricks
in camdon, we handlin' to d.c.
Chips on fights with china by they tight pp
pc but all they get is good dick or four clips
For loose lips, by the flise
Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly
her out to the spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style
Coincidental, here
Meet fem fatale, french
Persian wet don, let's get "f" on
The ebony queen, fox you grab my arm
Dre a qb the conton, bk and so on
Family strong ? ? ? ? nature, make we all get this millionaire's paper
a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise
Hope for now on we never sides

Veres three: foxy

You know what, most hoes have left these cats a long time ago
I mean if your man you a gun to hide, what would y'all hoes do?
But you know, the shit kinda me on

Black madonna, hoes for they popals
Never seen a like this, queen misses
Rock on the left wrists, trick check this
Respect this, firm's niggas lie knee deep in this
Wanna bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em
Fuck and take the for 'em, whoever dare cross us
The thoughts thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine
Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep
before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
Lace me in gabanna, dat
I'm flippin' on these three cats,
Set yo clown ass right up my down ass
Bitch to hold the cash and g's, the guns for 'em
And the e berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em
Long dick style, swallow the cum for 'em
Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I on 'em
When nas pop the crist, fox the fifth
my doe up for oz's, now hoes that's real uhhh