Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an or skit

Nas

Yo check this shit out, this is
Out here chillin' my nam, DJ Clue
Ya know what I'm sayin'?, the 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 ain't ready for The Firm
Canivin' niggas, right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

Verse One: Brown

All ya wanna stop my chips
Stare bitches down when I my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the chrome fifths, make you so
Ya'll hoes me honestly, no choice but to chick
'Ficially Firm, no extra
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, Nas's
fam fam, AZ, 'Mega
Na Na, Nas Esco
While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no 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 wit' ya'll
And if I like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but ya'll mix tapes (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 where ya where ya ya where ya
ya...
Where ya at

Verse Nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in Porsches
Of it's, The Firm
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 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the worst clown, the Jamie Foxx his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, platnuim, like my recrods
My be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, stay real like stockings
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like
I used to bust a nut on my fists,
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
Layin' back, the or-al
In the with the 4 too, zero
Ya'll better black deniro, have ya crew grab for Mereo
Of ya face a halo, on ya building
On ya block ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like
"Remember him?" "yeah", fucked with Esco
The emporer, thought I have passed ya Crist
Yo a nigga you piss, made a raw move
Now that ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
some Pacifists
Kick the facts about life and death situations
with real ice rings, breath 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
and white tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck 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'...
lookin' bald headed, half way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy fake dick lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh