Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an intro or

Nas

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

uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
Ya'll cats ready for The Firm
niggas, that's right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
shit

Verse Foxy Brown

All ya hoes wanna stop my
Stare bitches down when I my whips
that you hate me on the low, pop block my dick
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 shit
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, Nas's
Strickly fam fam, AZ,
Na Na, Nas forever
While ya'll hoes is in a rage, no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm ya'll
Mad cause they no click plain to ya'll
And hoes 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 ya'll
I'm kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to the rhyme flow - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh)
of ya'll hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(Nas)

Where ya where ya where ya where ya 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 it's, The Firm
This court is ajurned, my is to burn
Ya'll lil' Nas's, middle guys's, off
I to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke Cheeber
I 'em in my two seater
Yo the worst 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, low, cause uh
Dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, real like calm stockings
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like
I used to a nut on my fists, imagining
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
Layin' back, gettin' the
In the back the 4 too, zero
Ya'll better respect deniro, have ya crew grab for Mereo
Of ya with a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, like
"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas with Esco
The emporer, thought I have passed ya Crist
Yo a pass you piss, made a raw move
Now that ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
Ya'll some
Kick the facts real life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, tkin'
See me floss with whores, double ways and
The crew Pa Pa, Commishoner and boo Za Za
thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the
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'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy fake dick lickin' bitches
What's the uhh