Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an or skit

Nas

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

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

One: Foxy Brown

All ya hoes wanna my chips
Stare bitches down 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, make you so
Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no but to chick
'Ficially Firm, no extra
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, Nas's
fam fam, AZ, 'Mega
Na Na, Nas Esco
ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm ya'll
Mad cause they know no click to ya'll
And ya'll is like "fuck me", the same to ya'll
Ya ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll
And if I like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm soundin' of harsh, please ignore 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 tryin' to 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 bail in
Of it's, The Firm
This is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Ya'll lil' Nas's, guys's, mouthin' off
I to speak 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 made it what it takes to stay
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' Dom, twist on my 'dro, my 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 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, suckin' my
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, the or-al
In the back the 4 too, zero
Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew for Mereo
Of ya face a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, like
"Remember him?" "yeah", fucked with Esco
The emporer, thought I have passed ya Crist
Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw
Now that nigga's ass is his', we The baby boys
some Pacifists
Kick the facts real life and death situations
with real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss whores, double ways and doors
The crew Pa Pa, Commishoner and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom
Lit cigars on the way to see the
Up in the with the one lensed bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, 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, way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin'
What's the uhh