Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an intro or

Nas

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

uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
Ya'll cats ain't for The Firm
niggas, that's right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

Verse Foxy Brown

All ya hoes stop 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 chrome fifths, you so sick
Ya'll 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 Esco
While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm ya'll
Mad cause they know no click to ya'll
And hoes is like "fuck me", the same to ya'll
Ya ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin'
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, please me
Not to stop the rhyme - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh)
of ya'll hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya to tell me?

(Nas)

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

Two: Nas

The of the bosses
Rhymes in my like it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in Porsches
Of course it's, The
This court is ajurned, my is to burn
Ya'll Nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we to smoke Cheeber
I 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the worst clown, the Foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' Dom, on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, platnuim, like my recrods
My be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, stay real like calm
Hoes lovin' the dick, I my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' this
I used to a nut on my fists, imagining
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the back the 4 too, zero
Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for
Of ya with a halo, on ya building
On ya where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like
"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas with Esco
The emporer, thought I have passed ya Crist
Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw
Now that ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
Ya'll some
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 the 12 bedroom casa
Lit on the way to see the Opera
Up in the balcony with the one lensed
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