Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an or skit

nas

Yo check shit out, this is escobar
Out here with my nam, dj clue
Ya what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses
of the tapes
No doubt, finest yaknawhamean
The of the bosses and ya listening to dj clue
one

Uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
Y'all cats ain't for the firm
niggas, that's right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

Verse one: foxy

All ya hoes stop my chips
Stare bitches down I rock my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop my dick
Stick me for the ice on my
the chrome fifths, make you so sick
Y'all hoes give me honestly, no choice but to
firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, lil'
Strickly fam fam, az,
Na na, nas forever
While y'all hoes is in a rage, ain't no ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm ya'll
Mad cause they know no click to ya'll
And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the to ya'll
Ya really got no time to play games wit' ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm ya'll
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme - but y'all mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(nas)

Where ya where ya where ya where ya ya where ya
ya...
Where ya at

two: nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and
Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in
Of course it's, the
This is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Y'all nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to cheeber
I shoot 'em in my two
Yo he's the worst clown, the jamie with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my
My wallet be mad brollick, queensbridge projects
To hollies, stay like calm stockings
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was like this
I to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, suckin' my
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, gettin' the
In the back the 4 too, zero
better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for mereo
Of ya face a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya yo, in ya career, niggas like
Remember him? yeah, fucked with esco
The emporer, I might have passed ya crist
Yo a nigga you piss, made a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we the baby boys
some pacifists
Kick the facts about real and death situations
Mack with ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, double ways and
The crew pa pa, style and boo za za
thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the
Up in the balcony with the one bin-acular
Black and tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck wit' us, firm business, let's this...

nas

Wha wha wha, the
wha, wha wha wha
Ha ha, ha ha ha ha
Ha ha, norie, ha ha
Qb, brook-lyn, the don
We run new
Ya blockin', skinny ugly... fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way... ways havin'
rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin' bitches
What's the uhh