Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* song, not an intro or skit

nas

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

Uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
Y'all cats ain't for the firm
Canivin' niggas, that's
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

Verse foxy brown

All ya hoes wanna my chips
bitches down when I rock my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop my dick
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the chrome fifths, you so sick
Y'all hoes give me honestly, no but to chick
firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, lil'
Strickly fam fam, az,
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 they know no click plain to ya'll
And hoes is like fuck me, the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to play games ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin'
I'm kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme - but y'all mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of hoes tryin' 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 of the bosses
Rhymes in my like it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we in porsches
Of course it's, the
This is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
lil' nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke 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 what it takes to paid
I'm in the tre tre, low, cause uh
dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, from queensbridge
To hollies, stay real like stockings
Hoes the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like
I used to bust a nut on my fists,
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the back the 4 too, zero
Y'all better respect black deniro, have ya crew 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 passed ya crist
Yo a nigga pass you piss, a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we the baby boys
Y'all some
Kick the facts about real life and situations
Mack with ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, double ways and
The crew pa pa, 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, 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' bald headed, half way... afro havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' dick lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh