Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* song, not an intro or skit

Nas

Yo check this shit out, is Escobar
Out here 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 cats ready for The Firm
Canivin' niggas, right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

Verse One: Foxy

All ya hoes stop my chips
bitches down when I rock my whips
Knowin' you hate me on the low, pop block my dick
Stick me for the ice on my
Keeps the fifths, make you so sick
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 they no click plain to ya'll
And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the to ya'll
Ya ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll
And if I feel like on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, ignore me
Not to stop the flow - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh)
of ya'll hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch 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 of the bosses
Rhymes in my like it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in Porsches
Of it's, The Firm
This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to
Ya'll lil' Nas's, 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 album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to 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 be mad brollick, from 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 some lip, suckin' my
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
Layin' back, gettin' the
In the back the 4 too, zero
Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew for Mereo
Of ya face with a halo, on ya
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, like
"Remember him?" "yeah", fucked with Esco
The emporer, thought I have 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 facts real life and death situations
with real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, double and doors
The Pa Pa, Commishoner style and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom
Lit cigars on the way to see the
Up in the balcony the one lensed bin-acular
and white tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck wit' us, Firm Business, let's 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' headed, half way...afro ways havin'
rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin' bitches
What's the uhh