Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an or skit

nas

Yo check this shit out, is escobar
Out here chillin' my nam, dj clue
Ya what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses
of the tapes
No doubt, finest yaknawhamean
The boss of the bosses and ya 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: brown

All ya hoes wanna my chips
Stare bitches 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
Y'all hoes give me honestly, no but to chick
'ficially firm, no shit
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, nas's
Strickly fam fam, az,
Na na, nas forever
While y'all hoes is in a rage, 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 is like fuck me, the same to ya'll
Ya really got no time 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, please me
Not to the rhyme flow - but y'all mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of y'all hoes to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the ya tryin' to tell me?

(nas)

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

Verse nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my like it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in porsches
Of course it's, the
This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to
Y'all lil' nas's, middle guys's, off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to cheeber
I shoot 'em in my two
Yo he's the worst clown, the jamie foxx with his album
Verse rounds, if ya made it it takes to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' dom, twist on my 'dro, my yo
Glistenin' arm, platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, from queensbridge
To hollies, stay real like calm
Hoes the dick, I smother 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, suckin' my
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, the or-al
In the back with the 4 too,
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 have passed ya crist
Yo a nigga you piss, made a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we the firm baby
Y'all some
the facts about real life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, breath
See me floss with whores, double and doors
The crew pa pa, style and boo za za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom
Lit cigars on the way to see the
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' headed, half way... afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin'
the dealy? uhh