Luyện nghe bài hát Firm Fiasco - Nas

Verse one: nas escobar, az the

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

Two fallen angels, we balling from every angle
bag gold, panamania changed angle
Let's tangle,
Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck
A years b.c., originally black jews
Cashsews honey now roasted, kill the colprate
He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four bit
Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ? for me
I existed 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, amphibians to the carribean
Underwater force, under the court of law
Usually sport warlaw, my stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that
Nonchalaunt, usually are jimmies up in the palms
Play low style, change my whole profile
the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile
Firm islamic, hit the croner of the earth just a comet

Verse az the vizuliza, nas escobar

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

Die for this firm, for this firm
learn, never should come before your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are in the blue van
E's upon on us, cause of
While we smoke cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world like taurus, went half sosa for four bricks
in camdon, we handlin' to d.c.
Chips on fights china 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 pearl juices, off you fly misses
her out to the spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style
Coincidental, family's
Meet fem fatale, connection
Persian wet don, get this f on
The ebony queen, fox you grab my arm
Dre a qb the conton, bk and so on
strong ? ? ? ? nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper
What a sweet for sour eyes, may we rise
Hope for now on we never cross

Veres three: brown

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

Black madonna, kill for they popals
Never seen a like this, queen misses
Rock bds's on the left wrists, trick this
Respect this, firm's niggas lie knee deep in bitch
Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, for 'em
Fuck and take the chair for 'em, dare cross us
The thoughts that thoughts across a minds, pops the nine
Leave 'em in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this
Death before decid-a, screw me on the
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 icedy e berkee, the the sun for 'em
Long style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em
Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I on 'em
When nas pop the crist, fox the fifth
Make my doe up for oz's, now hoes that's uhhh