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

one: foxy brown

All ya hoes stop my chips
Stare bitches 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 fifths, make you so sick
hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick
'ficially firm, no extra
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, lil'
Strickly fam fam, az,
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 ya'll
Mad cause they 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 games wit'
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm ya'll
I'm kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but y'all mix shorty (uh)
Nerve of y'all hoes to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya to tell me?

(nas)

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

two: nas

The of the bosses
in my mind like it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in
Of it's, the firm
This is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
lil' nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I want to 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 stay
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, my recrods
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' this
I to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, suckin' my
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, the or-al
In the back with the 4 too,
Y'all respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for mereo
Of ya with a halo, on ya building
On ya block ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas 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 nigga's ass is his', we the firm baby boys
Y'all some
Kick the facts about real and death situations
with real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, double and doors
The pa pa, commishoner style and boo za za
thoughts up inside 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, 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'...
lookin' bald headed, half way... afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy fake dick lickin' bitches
What's the uhh