Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an or skit

nas

Yo check this shit out, is escobar
Out chillin' with my nam, dj clue
Ya know what I'm sayin'?, the of the bosses
of the tapes
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, that's
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

Verse one: foxy

All ya wanna stop 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 fifths, make you so sick
Y'all 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 esco
While hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
Mad cause they know no click plain to
And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no to play 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 flow - but y'all mix tapes shorty (uh)
of y'all hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(nas)

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

Verse nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in
Of it's, the firm
This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to
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 clown, the jamie foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya it what it takes to stay 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 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 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 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, 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 boys
Y'all pacifists
Kick the facts real life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, tkin'
See me with whores, double ways and doors
The crew pa pa, commishoner and boo za za
thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the
Up in the balcony with the one bin-acular
and white tuxes, black 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 bald headed, half way... afro ways havin'
rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin' bitches
What's the uhh