Luyện nghe bài hát Firm Fiasco - Nas

Verse nas escobar, az the vizuliza

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
one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every
People would stop and stare we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred just for opening the door
Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for
The ice cold, yeah we legends and we still are

Two hundred angels, we balling from every angle
Heavy bag gold, panamania angle
tangle, tabernacles
Ill lukiens at you, fuck parus
A years b.c., originally black jews
Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the
He owe us shit, toe toe toe with four four bit
Fuck the hoe shit, back tax ? birth? for me
Personally I existed when earth was in need,
Human lifeform transformed from light storms,
Electrons nuetrons, long
long, repltilaians I'll see y'all in the next millenium
What world are we really in, moved to the carribean
Underwater force, placed under the of law
Usually sport warlaw, my mind stay raw
Fill of ambiants, fine carats and cars that launch
Nonchalaunt, usually there are jimmies up in the
Play low style, change my whole profile
Left the pile, bet the guard 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 knew everybody and everybody him
He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the
But hey

Die for this firm, live for firm
Niggas learn, never should come your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the van
E's on us, cause of warrants
While we 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
Wanting pc but all they get is good 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, here
Meet fem fatale, connection
Persian wet don, let's get f on
The queen, fox you grab my left arm
Dre a qb the conton, bk and so on
strong ? ? ? ? nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper
What a site for sour eyes, may we rise
Hope for now on we cross sides

Veres three: brown

You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long 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

Black madonna, hoes kill for popals
Never seen a like this, queen misses
Rock bds's on the wrists, trick check this
Respect this, firm's niggas lie knee in this bitch
Wanna need bitch and have my bleed, swear for 'em
Fuck and take the chair for 'em, dare cross us
The thoughts that thoughts across a minds, pops the nine
'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this
Death before decid-a, screw me on the
me in gabanna, peep dat
Think I'm flippin' on these cats,
Set yo clown ass up with my down ass
Bitch to hold the cash and g's, the guns for 'em
And the icedy e berkee, the the sun for 'em
dick style, swallow 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