Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an or skit

Nas

Yo check this shit out, this is
Out here chillin' my nam, DJ Clue
Ya what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses
King of the
No doubt, Queens yaknawhamean
The boss of the bosses and ya to DJ Clue
one

uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
Ya'll cats ready for The Firm
Canivin' niggas, right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

Verse Foxy Brown

All ya wanna stop my chips
bitches down when I rock my whips
Knowin' that you me on the low, pop block my dick
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the fifths, make you so sick
Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no choice but to
'Ficially Firm, no shit
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, Nas's
Strickly fam fam, AZ,
Na Na, Nas Esco
While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin'
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm ya'll
Mad they know no click plain to ya'll
And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to play wit' ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm ya'll
I'm kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but mix tapes shorty (uh)
of ya'll hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(Nas)

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

Verse Nas

The of the bosses
in my mind like it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we in Porsches
Of course it's, The
court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Ya'll 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 his first album
Verse rounds, if ya it what it takes to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my
My wallet be mad brollick, from projects
To Hollies, stay real like stockings
Hoes lovin' the dick, I smother my
To remind me of the days I was like this
I used to bust a nut on my fists,
It was some lip, suckin' my
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the back with the 4 too,
Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew 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 might have passed ya
Yo a nigga pass you piss, a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we The Firm boys
Ya'll Pacifists
the facts about real life and death situations
Mack with ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss whores, double ways and doors
The Pa Pa, Commishoner style and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 casa
Lit on the way to see the Opera
Up in the balcony with the one lensed
Black and 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 bald headed, half way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick bitches
the dealy? uhh