Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an or skit

nas

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

Uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
cats ain't ready for the firm
Canivin' niggas, right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

one: foxy brown

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

(nas)

Where ya where ya where ya ya where 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, we bail in porsches
Of it's, the firm
This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to
Y'all nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke cheeber
I shoot 'em in my two
Yo he's the worst clown, the jamie foxx with his album
Verse rounds, if ya it what it takes to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, low, cause uh
dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my
My wallet be mad brollick, from projects
To hollies, stay real calm stockings
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the I was nuttin' like this
I used to 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 with the 4 too,
Y'all better respect deniro, have ya crew grab for mereo
Of ya face with a halo, on ya
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas
Remember him? yeah, niggas fucked esco
The emporer, thought I might passed ya crist
Yo a pass you piss, made a raw move
Now nigga's ass is his', we the firm baby boys
Y'all pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and death
Mack real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, ways and doors
The pa pa, commishoner style and boo za za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom
Lit on the way to see the opera
Up in the balcony the one lensed bin-acular
and white tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck wit' us, business, let's discuss 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' headed, half way... afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin'
the dealy? uhh