Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an or skit

Nas

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

Verse One: Brown

All ya hoes stop my chips
Stare bitches down when I my whips
Knowin' that you me on the low, pop block my dick
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the fifths, make you so sick
Ya'll give me honestly, no choice but to chick
Firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, Nas's
Strickly fam fam, AZ,
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 is like "fuck me", the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit'
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin'
I'm kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of ya'll tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(Nas)

Where ya ya where 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, 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 to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke Cheeber
I shoot 'em in my two
Yo he's the clown, the Jamie Foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it it takes to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, low, cause uh
Guzzlin' Dom, twist on my 'dro, my yo
Glistenin' arm, platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, from projects
To Hollies, stay real calm stockings
Hoes the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' 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, the or-al
In the back 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 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 pass you piss, made a raw
Now nigga's ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
some Pacifists
Kick the facts real life and death situations
Mack with ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, ways and doors
The Pa Pa, Commishoner style and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the
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 cock blockin', ugly...fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' headed, half way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy fake dick lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh