Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an or skit

Nas

Yo check this 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, Queens 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, that's
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

Verse One: Brown

All ya hoes wanna stop my
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
Keeps the fifths, make you so sick
Ya'll give me honestly, no choice but to chick
'Ficially Firm, no shit
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, lil'
fam fam, AZ, 'Mega
Na Na, Nas Esco
While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin'
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm ya'll
Mad cause they no click plain 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 wit'
And if I feel shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but 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 ya where ya where ya where ya
ya...
Where ya at

Verse Nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind like it's and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in Porsches
Of it's, The Firm
court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Ya'll lil' Nas's, middle guys's, off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to Cheeber
I 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the worst clown, the Foxx with his first album
rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paid
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 Queensbridge
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 bust a nut on my fists,
It was some lip, my dick
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
Layin' back, gettin' the
In the with the 4 too, zero
Ya'll better respect deniro, have ya crew grab for Mereo
Of ya face with a halo, on ya
On ya block ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like
"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas fucked Esco
The emporer, I might have passed ya Crist
Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw
Now that nigga's ass is his', we The baby boys
Ya'll Pacifists
Kick the facts real life and death situations
Mack with ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, double ways and
The Pa Pa, Commishoner style and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom
Lit on the way to see the Opera
Up in the balcony with the one lensed
Black and white tuxes, hustlers
Fuck wit' us, Firm Business, let's 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 ways
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick bitches
What's the uhh