Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an or skit

Nas

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

uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
Ya'll ain't ready for The Firm
niggas, that's right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

One: Foxy Brown

All ya hoes wanna my chips
Stare bitches 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 chrome fifths, make you so
Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no but to chick
Firm, no extra 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 know no click plain to ya'll
And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the same to
Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit'
And if I feel like on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, please me
Not to stop the 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 ya where ya where ya where ya
ya...
Where ya at

Verse Nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my like it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we in Porsches
Of course it's, The
This court is ajurned, my is to burn
lil' Nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we to smoke Cheeber
I 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the worst clown, the Jamie Foxx with his first
Verse rounds, if ya made it it takes to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' Dom, twist on my 'dro, my yo
arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods
My be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, stay real like stockings
Hoes lovin' the dick, I my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' this
I used to bust a nut on my fists,
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, gettin' the
In the back with the 4 too,
better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for Mereo
Of ya face a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya yo, in ya career, niggas like
"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas with Esco
The emporer, thought I might have ya Crist
Yo a pass you piss, made a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we The Firm baby
some Pacifists
Kick the facts about life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, breath
See me with whores, double ways and doors
The crew Pa Pa, style and boo Za Za
Gatherin' 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 white tuxes, black
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 lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh