Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an intro or

nas

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

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

Verse one: foxy

All ya hoes stop my chips
Stare bitches down I rock my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the chrome fifths, you so sick
Y'all give me honestly, no choice but to chick
firm, no extra 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, ain't no tamin'
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin'
Mad cause they know no click plain to
And hoes is like fuck me, the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to games wit' ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin'
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but y'all mix tapes (uh)
Nerve of y'all tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to me?

(nas)

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

Verse nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and
Jewels, you dell, we bail in porsches
Of it's, the firm
This court is ajurned, my is to burn
Y'all lil' nas's, guys's, mouthin' 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 jamie with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to paid
I'm in the tre tre, low, cause uh
Guzzlin' dom, twist on my 'dro, my yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, my recrods
My be mad brollick, from 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 used to bust a nut on my fists,
It was some lip, my dick
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, gettin' the
In the back the 4 too, zero
Y'all better respect 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
him? yeah, niggas fucked 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
some pacifists
Kick the facts about real and death situations
Mack real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss whores, double ways and doors
The crew pa pa, style and boo za za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 casa
Lit on the way to see the opera
Up in the balcony 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, way... afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy fake dick lickin' bitches
What's the uhh