Luyện nghe bài hát Firm Fiasco - Nas

Verse one: nas escobar, az the

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

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

Verse az the vizuliza, nas escobar

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

Die for this firm, live for firm
Niggas learn, never should before your fam
From to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van
E's upon on us, cause of
While we smoke cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world taurus, went half with sosa for four bricks
in camdon, we handlin' to d.c.
Chips on fights with white's by they tight pp
pc but all they get is good dick or four clips
For loose lips, by the jungle
the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses
Take her out to the spark's stakehouse, style
Coincidental, family's
fem fatale, french connection
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 ? ? ? ? nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper
What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we
Hope for now on we cross sides

Veres foxy brown

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

madonna, hoes kill for they popals
Never seen a bitch this, queen misses
Rock bds's on the wrists, trick check this
Respect this, firm's lie knee deep in this bitch
Wanna need bitch and my pussy bleed, swear for 'em
Fuck and take the for 'em, whoever dare cross us
The thoughts that 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
Think I'm on these three cats,
Set yo clown ass right up my down ass
to hold the cash and g's, stash the guns for 'em
And the e berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em
Long dick style, the enemies cum for 'em
ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I dumb on 'em
When nas pop the crist, fox cops the
Make my doe up for oz's, now that's real uhhh