Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an intro or

nas

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

Uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
Y'all cats ready for the firm
Canivin' niggas, that's
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

Verse foxy brown

All ya hoes stop my chips
Stare bitches down when I rock my
Knowin' that you me on the low, pop block my dick
Stick me for the ice on my
Keeps the fifths, make you so sick
Y'all hoes give me honestly, no but to chick
firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, nas's
fam fam, az, 'mega
Na na, nas esco
While y'all is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
Mad cause they no click plain to ya'll
And y'all hoes is fuck me, the same to ya'll
Ya really got no time to play games wit' ya'll
And if I feel shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but y'all mix tapes (uh)
Nerve of y'all 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 it's, the firm
court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Y'all lil' nas's, middle guys's, off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to cheeber
I 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the worst clown, the jamie foxx 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, on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my
My be mad brollick, from queensbridge projects
To hollies, stay real like stockings
Hoes lovin' the dick, I my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like
I used to a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, my dick
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, gettin' the
In the back the 4 too, zero
Y'all better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for
Of ya with a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, like
Remember him? yeah, niggas fucked with
The emporer, thought I might have passed ya
Yo a nigga 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 and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, tkin'
See me floss with whores, double and doors
The crew pa pa, commishoner and boo za za
Gatherin' thoughts up the 12 bedroom casa
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, firm business, let's 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 fake dick lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh