Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* song, not an intro or skit

Nas

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

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

Verse One: Foxy

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

(Nas)

Where ya where ya where ya ya where ya where 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 bail in
Of it's, The Firm
court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Ya'll 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 worst clown, the Jamie Foxx with his first
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay
I'm in the tre tre, low, cause uh
Dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my
My wallet be mad brollick, from Queensbridge
To Hollies, stay real like calm
Hoes lovin' the dick, I 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 with the 4 too, zero
better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for Mereo
Of ya face a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya yo, in ya career, niggas like
"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas with Esco
The emporer, thought I might have passed ya
Yo a nigga pass you piss, a raw move
Now that ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
Ya'll Pacifists
Kick the about real life and death situations
with real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, ways and doors
The Pa Pa, Commishoner style and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up the 12 bedroom casa
Lit on the way to see the Opera
Up in the with the one lensed bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, 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 cock blockin', ugly...fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way...afro ways
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake lickin' bitches
What's the uhh