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 what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the
King of the
No doubt, Queens finest
The boss of the bosses and ya to DJ Clue
one

uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
cats ain't ready for The Firm
Canivin' niggas, right
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
shit

Verse One: Brown

All ya wanna stop my chips
bitches down when I rock my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop my dick
me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the chrome fifths, make you so
Ya'll hoes me honestly, no choice but to chick
'Ficially Firm, no extra
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, lil'
Strickly fam fam, AZ,
Na Na, Nas forever
While ya'll is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm ya'll
Mad cause they know no click 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 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 hoes to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the ya tryin' to tell me?

(Nas)

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

Two: Nas

The of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in Porsches
Of course it's, The
This is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
lil' Nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke
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 to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh
Guzzlin' Dom, twist on my 'dro, my yo
arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, real like calm stockings
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' this
I used to bust a nut on my fists,
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the back the 4 too, zero
Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for
Of ya face a halo, on ya building
On ya block ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like
"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas fucked Esco
The emporer, thought I might have passed ya
Yo a pass you piss, made a raw move
Now that ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
some Pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and situations
with real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me with whores, double ways and doors
The crew Pa Pa, Commishoner and boo Za Za
thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the
Up in the balcony the one lensed bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, hustlers
Fuck us, Firm 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 lookin' bald headed, way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin'
the dealy? uhh