Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* song, not an intro or skit

Nas

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

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

Verse One: Foxy

All ya hoes stop my chips
bitches down when I rock my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my
Stick me for the ice on my
the chrome fifths, make you so sick
Ya'll give 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 Esco
While ya'll is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin'
Mad cause they know no plain to ya'll
And ya'll is like "fuck me", the same 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' of harsh, please 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 broke what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(Nas)

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

Verse Nas

The of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we in Porsches
Of course it's, The
This court is ajurned, my is to burn
Ya'll lil' Nas's, guys's, mouthin' off
I want to to ya leaders, we roll to smoke Cheeber
I 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the worst clown, the Jamie Foxx with his first
Verse rounds, if ya made it 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 be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, stay like calm stockings
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the I was nuttin' like this
I to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, my dick
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the with the 4 too, zero
Ya'll 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", niggas fucked Esco
The emporer, thought I might have passed ya
Yo a pass you piss, made a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we The Firm boys
some Pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and situations
Mack with real ice rings, breath
See me floss with whores, ways and doors
The Pa Pa, Commishoner style and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the
Up in the balcony with the one lensed
Black and tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck wit' us, Business, let's 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 cock blockin', ugly...fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way...afro havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick bitches
What's the uhh