Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* song, not an intro or skit

nas

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

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

Verse one: brown

All ya hoes wanna stop my
Stare 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 fifths, make you so sick
Y'all hoes me honestly, no choice but to chick
'ficially firm, no extra
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, nas's
fam fam, az, 'mega
Na na, nas esco
y'all hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin'
Mad cause they know no plain to ya'll
And y'all hoes is like me, the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no to play games wit' ya'll
And if I feel like 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)
Nerve of y'all hoes to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(nas)

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

Verse nas

The of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in porsches
Of course it's, the
This is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
lil' 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 his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' dom, on my 'dro, my drugs yo
arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, queensbridge projects
To hollies, stay real like calm
Hoes lovin' the dick, I smother my
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' this
I used to a nut on my fists, imagining
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, gettin' the
In the with the 4 too, zero
Y'all better respect black deniro, ya crew grab for mereo
Of ya face with a halo, on ya
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, like
Remember him? yeah, fucked with esco
The emporer, I might have passed ya crist
Yo a pass you piss, made a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we the baby boys
Y'all pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and situations
Mack with ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, double ways and
The crew pa pa, commishoner 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
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' bald headed, half way... ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake lickin' bitches
What's the uhh