Luyện nghe bài hát Firm Fiasco - Nas

Verse nas escobar, az the vizuliza

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 time
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 dollars for opening the door
Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars for keeping
The ice cold, yeah we legends and we still are

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

two: az the vizuliza, nas escobar

See I like esco, he everybody and everybody 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, never should come your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are in the blue van
E's on us, cause of warrants
While we smoke cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world like taurus, went half with sosa for four
Down in camdon, we to d.c.
Chips on fights with white's by they tight pp
Wanting pc but all they get is good dick or clips
For loose lips, by the flise
Suck the tongue juices, off you fly misses
Take her out to the stakehouse, gentelmen style
Coincidental, family's
fem fatale, french connection
Persian wet don, get this f on
The queen, fox you grab my left arm
Dre a qb the conton, bk and so on
Family strong ? ? ? ? nature, sure we all get this millionaire's paper
What a sweet for sour eyes, may we rise
Hope for now on we never cross

three: foxy brown

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

Black madonna, hoes for they popals
seen a bitch like this, queen misses
Rock bds's on the left wrists, trick this
Respect this, firm's niggas lie deep in this bitch
Wanna need and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em
Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare us
The thoughts that thoughts a bitch's minds, pops the nine
'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this
Death decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
Lace me in gabanna, dat
Think I'm flippin' on three cats,
Set yo ass right up with 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 'em and I dumb on 'em
When nas pop the crist, fox the fifth
my doe up for oz's, now hoes that's real uhhh