Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an or skit

nas

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

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

Verse foxy brown

All ya wanna stop my chips
Stare down when I rock my whips
Knowin' you hate me on the low, pop block my dick
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the fifths, make you so sick
hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick
'ficially firm, no shit
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, nas's
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 play wit' ya'll
And if I like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke what 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
in my mind like it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in porsches
Of it's, the firm
This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to
Y'all lil' nas's, guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we to smoke cheeber
I 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the clown, the jamie foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya it what it takes to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' dom, twist on my 'dro, my yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my
My wallet be mad brollick, queensbridge projects
To hollies, real like calm stockings
Hoes lovin' the dick, I smother my
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like
I to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, the or-al
In the with the 4 too, zero
Y'all better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for
Of ya face a halo, on ya building
On ya where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like
Remember him? yeah, niggas with esco
The emporer, thought I have passed ya crist
Yo a nigga pass you piss, a raw move
Now that ass is his', we the firm baby boys
some pacifists
Kick the facts about life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, tkin'
See me floss whores, double ways and doors
The crew pa pa, style and boo za za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom
Lit on the way to see the opera
Up in the with the one lensed bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, hustlers
Fuck wit' us, firm business, 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... afro ways
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' dick lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh