Luyện nghe bài hát The Firm Intro *

* actual song, not an or skit

Nas

Yo this shit out, this is Escobar
Out here chillin' with my nam, DJ
Ya know what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the
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 cats ready for The Firm
Canivin' niggas, right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
shit

Verse One: Brown

All ya hoes wanna my chips
Stare bitches down I rock my whips
Knowin' you hate me on the low, pop block my dick
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the chrome fifths, make you so
Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no but to chick
Firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, lil'
Strickly fam fam, AZ,
Na Na, Nas forever
While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin'
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm ya'll
Mad cause they know no click plain to
And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the same to
Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit'
And if I like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm soundin' of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the flow - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of ya'll tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(Nas)

Where ya ya where ya where ya where ya where ya
ya...
ya at nigga?

Verse Nas

The of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in
Of it's, The Firm
This court is ajurned, my is to burn
Ya'll lil' Nas's, guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to Cheeber
I shoot 'em in my two
Yo the worst clown, the Jamie Foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' Dom, on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my
My wallet be mad brollick, from projects
To Hollies, stay real calm stockings
Hoes lovin' the dick, I my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like
I used to bust a nut on my fists,
It was some lip, suckin' my
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 for Mereo
Of ya face with a halo, on ya
On ya where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like
"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas fucked with
The emporer, thought I have passed ya Crist
Yo a pass you piss, made a raw move
Now that ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
Ya'll Pacifists
Kick the facts real life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, tkin'
See me floss with whores, double and doors
The crew Pa Pa, Commishoner and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the
Up in the with the one lensed bin-acular
and white 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 blockin', skinny ugly...fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way...afro ways
rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin' bitches
What's the uhh