Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an intro or

nas

Yo check this 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 ain't ready for the firm
niggas, that's right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

one: foxy brown

All ya wanna stop my chips
bitches down when I rock my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the fifths, make you so sick
Y'all hoes me honestly, no choice but to chick
'ficially firm, no shit
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, lil'
fam fam, az, 'mega
Na na, nas forever
While y'all is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya a young bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
Mad cause they know no click plain to
And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the same to
Ya really ain't got no time to play games 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 mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya bitch what 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 it's, the firm
This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to
Y'all lil' nas's, middle guys's, off
I to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke cheeber
I 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the worst clown, the foxx with his first album
rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay 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, real like calm stockings
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like
I to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, suckin' my
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the back the 4 too, zero
Y'all better respect black deniro, ya crew grab for mereo
Of ya with a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya yo, in ya career, niggas like
Remember him? yeah, niggas with esco
The emporer, I might have passed ya crist
Yo a nigga you piss, made a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we the firm boys
Y'all some
Kick the facts real life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, breath
See me floss with whores, double and doors
The pa pa, commishoner style and boo za za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the
Up in the with the one lensed bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, black
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' headed, half way... afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh