Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an intro or

Nas

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

All ya hoes wanna stop my
Stare bitches down when I my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop my dick
me for the ice on my whips
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, 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 shamin'
Mad cause they no click plain to ya'll
And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the 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' kind of harsh, ignore me
Not to the rhyme flow - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of ya'll hoes to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya to tell me?

(Nas)

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

Two: Nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind like pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in Porsches
Of it's, The Firm
This court is ajurned, my is to burn
lil' Nas's, middle 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 worst clown, the Jamie with his first album
rounds, if ya made it what 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 wallet be mad brollick, from projects
To Hollies, stay like calm stockings
Hoes the dick, I smother my wrists
To me of the days I was nuttin' 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, gettin' the
In the back with the 4 too,
Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew for Mereo
Of ya with a halo, on ya building
On ya where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like
"Remember him?" "yeah", fucked with Esco
The emporer, I might have passed ya Crist
Yo a nigga pass you piss, a raw move
Now that ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
some Pacifists
Kick the about real life and death situations
with real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, double and doors
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 with 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, half way...afro havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' dick lickin' bitches
What's the uhh