Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an or skit

Nas

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

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

Verse Foxy Brown

All ya hoes wanna 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 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 forever
ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin'
Mad they 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 ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin'
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, please me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but ya'll mix shorty (uh)
of ya'll hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to me?

(Nas)

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

Two: Nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind like it's 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, guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke
I shoot 'em in my two
Yo he's the worst clown, the Foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya it what it takes to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' Dom, on my 'dro, my drugs yo
arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, real like calm stockings
Hoes the dick, I smother my wrists
To me of the days I was nuttin' like this
I used to bust a nut on my fists,
It was some lip, my dick
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the back with the 4 too,
Ya'll better 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, I might have passed ya Crist
Yo a nigga you piss, made a raw move
Now nigga's ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
Ya'll Pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and death
with real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, ways and doors
The crew Pa Pa, style and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up the 12 bedroom casa
Lit on the way to see the Opera
Up in the balcony the one lensed bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, 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 blockin', skinny ugly...fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh