Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* song, not an intro or skit

Nas

Yo check shit out, this is Escobar
Out here chillin' my nam, DJ Clue
Ya what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses
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
Canivin' niggas, right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
shit

Verse One: Foxy

All ya hoes wanna my chips
Stare bitches when I rock my whips
Knowin' you hate me on the low, pop block my dick
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the fifths, make you so sick
Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no but to chick
Firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, Nas's
fam fam, AZ, 'Mega
Na Na, Nas Esco
While ya'll 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 plain to ya'll
And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the same to
Ya really ain't got no time to play wit' ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin'
I'm soundin' 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 broke what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(Nas)

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

Two: Nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and
Jewels, you dell, we bail in Porsches
Of course it's, The
This is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Ya'll Nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we to smoke Cheeber
I shoot 'em in my two
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, platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, stay real like calm
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the I was nuttin' 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
better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for Mereo
Of ya face with a halo, on ya
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas
"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas with Esco
The emporer, thought I might passed ya Crist
Yo a pass you piss, made a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we The baby boys
some Pacifists
Kick the about real life and death situations
Mack real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss whores, double ways and doors
The crew Pa Pa, style and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up the 12 bedroom casa
Lit on the way to see the Opera
Up in the balcony the one lensed bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, hustlers
wit' us, Firm 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 ways
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick bitches
What's the uhh