Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an intro or

nas

Yo this shit 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, queens finest
The boss of the and ya listening to dj clue
one

Uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
cats ain't ready for the firm
Canivin' niggas, right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

one: foxy brown

All ya hoes wanna my chips
Stare bitches when I rock my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my
Stick me for the ice on my
Keeps the fifths, make you so sick
hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick
'ficially firm, no shit
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, nas's
Strickly fam fam, az,
Na na, nas forever
y'all hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin'
Mad they know no click plain to ya'll
And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the same to
Ya ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll
And if I like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but y'all mix shorty (uh)
of y'all hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to me?

(nas)

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

two: nas

The of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and
Jewels, you dell, we bail in porsches
Of course it's, the
court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Y'all nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to cheeber
I shoot 'em in my two
Yo he's the clown, the jamie foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay
I'm in the tre tre, low, cause uh
Guzzlin' dom, twist on my 'dro, my yo
Glistenin' arm, platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, from projects
To hollies, stay real like stockings
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the I was nuttin' like this
I used to 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 with the 4 too, zero
better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for mereo
Of ya face a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, like
him? yeah, niggas fucked with esco
The emporer, thought I might have ya crist
Yo a nigga you piss, made a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we the firm boys
Y'all pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and situations
Mack with real ice rings, tkin'
See me with whores, double ways and doors
The crew pa pa, style and boo za za
Gatherin' up inside the 12 bedroom casa
Lit on the way to see the opera
Up in the balcony with the one bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, 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 blockin', skinny ugly... fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' headed, half way... afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' dick lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh