Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an intro or

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, finest yaknawhamean
The boss of the bosses and ya to DJ Clue
one

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

Verse One: Foxy

All ya hoes stop my chips
Stare down 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
'Ficially Firm, no extra
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, lil'
fam fam, AZ, 'Mega
Na Na, Nas Esco
ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin'
Mad cause they know no click plain to
And hoes is like "fuck me", the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to play games ya'll
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 flow - but mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of ya'll tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the ya tryin' to tell me?

(Nas)

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

Two: Nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we in Porsches
Of it's, The Firm
This 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 worst clown, the Jamie Foxx with his album
rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' Dom, on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, stay real calm stockings
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like
I used to a nut on my fists, imagining
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the with the 4 too, zero
Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for
Of ya with a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas
"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas with Esco
The emporer, thought I might have passed ya
Yo a nigga pass you piss, a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we The Firm baby
some Pacifists
Kick the facts about real 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 the 12 bedroom casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the
Up in the with the one lensed bin-acular
Black and tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck wit' us, Firm Business, 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'...
lookin' bald headed, half way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick bitches
the dealy? uhh