Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* song, not an intro or skit

Nas

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

Verse One: Foxy

All ya wanna stop my chips
Stare down when I rock my whips
that 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 give me honestly, no but to chick
'Ficially Firm, no shit
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, Nas's
Strickly fam fam, AZ,
Na Na, Nas forever
While ya'll hoes is in a rage, no tamin' ya'll
Ya a young bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
Mad cause they know no click plain to
And ya'll hoes is "fuck me", the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no to play games wit' ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm ya'll
I'm soundin' of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but 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 where ya where ya where ya ya
ya...
Where ya at

Verse Nas

The of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind like pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we in Porsches
Of it's, The Firm
This court is ajurned, my is to burn
Ya'll Nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' 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
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, rollin' platnuim, my recrods
My be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, stay like calm stockings
Hoes lovin' the dick, I my wrists
To remind me of the I was nuttin' like this
I to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, my dick
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, gettin' the
In the with the 4 too, zero
Ya'll 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 fucked with
The emporer, thought I might passed ya Crist
Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw
Now that nigga's ass is his', we The Firm boys
some Pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and situations
Mack real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss whores, double ways and doors
The crew Pa Pa, Commishoner 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 tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck wit' us, 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 bald headed, half way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy fake dick lickin' bitches
What's the uhh