Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an intro or

nas

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

Verse one: brown

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

(nas)

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

two: nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind like it's and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we in porsches
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 smoke
I 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the worst clown, the foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' dom, on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, queensbridge projects
To hollies, stay real like calm
Hoes the dick, I smother my wrists
To me of the days I was nuttin' like this
I to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, suckin' my
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the with the 4 too, zero
Y'all better black deniro, have ya crew grab for mereo
Of ya face a halo, on ya building
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 nigga you piss, made a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we the baby boys
Y'all some
Kick the about real life and death situations
with real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me with whores, double ways and doors
The crew pa pa, style and boo za za
Gatherin' up inside the 12 bedroom casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the
Up in the balcony the one lensed bin-acular
Black and tuxes, black hustlers
wit' us, firm 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 cock blockin', ugly... fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way... ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy fake dick lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh