Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an intro or

Nas

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

Verse One: Brown

All ya hoes stop my chips
Stare 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
hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick
'Ficially Firm, no shit
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, Nas's
Strickly fam fam, AZ,
Na Na, Nas Esco
ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya a young bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
Mad cause they know no click to ya'll
And ya'll is like "fuck me", the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to play games ya'll
And if I feel like on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm soundin' of harsh, please ignore me
Not to the rhyme flow - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya to tell me?

(Nas)

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

Verse Nas

The of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind like it's and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in Porsches
Of it's, The Firm
This is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
lil' Nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke
I shoot 'em in my two
Yo he's the worst clown, the Foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay
I'm in the tre tre, low, cause uh
Guzzlin' Dom, on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, my recrods
My be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, real like calm stockings
Hoes lovin' the dick, I smother my
To remind me of the days I was like this
I used to a nut on my fists, imagining
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
Layin' back, the or-al
In the back the 4 too, zero
Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for
Of ya face 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 passed ya Crist
Yo a pass you piss, made a raw move
Now nigga's ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
Ya'll Pacifists
Kick the about real life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, breath
See me floss with whores, double 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 the one lensed bin-acular
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 blockin', skinny ugly...fuckin'...
lookin' bald headed, half way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake lickin' bitches
What's the uhh