Luyện nghe bài hát Firm Fiasco - Nas

Verse nas escobar, az the vizuliza

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

Two hundred fallen angels, we balling every angle
Heavy bag gold, panamania angle
tangle, tabernacles
Ill lukiens at you, fuck parus
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 existed earth was in need, indeed
Human lifeform from light storms, poltrons
Electrons nuetrons, iced
Nights long, repltilaians I'll see in the next millenium
What world are we really in, amphibians to the carribean
Underwater force, placed under the of law
Usually sport warlaw, my stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, fine carats and cars that launch
Nonchalaunt, usually there are 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 of the earth just like a comet

two: az the vizuliza, nas escobar

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

Die for this firm, live for this
Niggas learn, never come before your fam
ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van
E's upon on us, cause of
we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world like taurus, went half sosa for four bricks
Down in camdon, we to d.c.
Chips on fights with white's by they tight pp
Wanting pc but all get is good dick or four clips
For loose lips, by the jungle
Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly
her out to the spark's 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, make sure we all get this paper
What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we
Hope for now on we never cross

three: foxy brown

You what, most hoes would 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 kill for popals
Never seen a bitch like this, queen
Rock on the left wrists, trick check this
Respect this, firm's niggas lie knee in this bitch
Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, for 'em
Fuck and take the for 'em, whoever dare cross us
The thoughts that thoughts across a minds, pops the nine
Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep
Death before decid-a, me on the dick-a
Lace me in gabanna, dat
Think I'm on these 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, the enemies cum for 'em
Pretty ass hoe, fuck 'em and I dumb on 'em
nas pop the crist, fox cops the fifth
Make my doe up for oz's, now hoes that's real