Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an intro or

nas

Yo check this out, this is escobar
Out here with my nam, dj clue
Ya know I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses
of the tapes
No doubt, queens finest
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, that's
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
shit

Verse one: foxy

All ya hoes stop my chips
Stare down when I rock my whips
Knowin' that you me on the low, pop block my dick
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the chrome fifths, make you so
Y'all hoes 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, ain't no ya'll
Ya still a bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
Mad cause they know no click plain to
And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the 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' kind of harsh, ignore me
Not to stop the flow - 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 ya where 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, cause we bail in
Of it's, the firm
This court is ajurned, my 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 the worst clown, the jamie foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to paid
I'm in the tre tre, low, cause uh
Guzzlin' dom, twist on my 'dro, my yo
arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, from projects
To hollies, stay real calm stockings
Hoes 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, my dick
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the back with the 4 too,
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
him? yeah, niggas fucked with esco
The emporer, thought I might have ya crist
Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw
Now nigga's ass is his', we the firm baby boys
Y'all pacifists
Kick the facts about real and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, tkin'
See me floss with whores, double ways and
The pa pa, commishoner style and boo za za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom
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, 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 cock blockin', ugly... fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way... afro havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake lickin' bitches
What's the uhh