Luyện nghe bài hát Firm Fiasco - Nas

Verse one: nas escobar, az the

As far as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the firm
I can remember when I met sosa, it was a glorious time
There wise guys everywhere, we were around
Twenty one, two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every
People would stop and stare we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for the door
would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping
The ice cold, we were legends and we still are

Two hundred angels, we balling from every angle
Heavy bag gold, changed angle
tangle, tabernacles
Ill coming at you, fuck parus
A billion years b.c., originally black
Cashsews honey now roasted, let's the colprate
He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four bit
Fuck the hoe shit, mercury tax ? birth? for me
Personally I existed when was in need, indeed
Human lifeform transformed from storms, poltrons
nuetrons, iced long
Nights long, I'll see y'all in the next millenium
What world are we really in, moved to the carribean
Underwater force, placed the court of law
Usually sport warlaw, my stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that
Nonchalaunt, usually there are jimmies up in the
Play low style, change my whole profile
Left the pile, bet the guard be around for awhile
Firm islamic, hit the croner of the earth just like a

Verse az the vizuliza, nas escobar

See I like esco, he knew everybody and knew him
He was the type of guy who for the bad guys in the movies
But hey

Die for firm, live for this firm
learn, never should come before your fam
From ki's to grams, these are corners in the blue van
E's upon on us, of warrants
While we hash cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world like taurus, half with sosa for four bricks
Down in camdon, we to d.c.
Chips on fights with china by they tight pp
Wanting pc but all they get is good or four clips
For lips, by the jungle flise
the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses
Take her out to the spark's stakehouse, gentelmen
Coincidental, here
Meet fem fatale, connection
Persian wet don, let's get f on
The queen, fox you grab my left arm
Dre a qb the conton, bk and so on
Family strong ? ? ? ? nature, make sure we all get millionaire's paper
What a site for sour eyes, may we rise
Hope for now on we never cross

three: foxy brown

You know what, most hoes would have left these a long time ago
I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would hoes do?
But you know, the shit turned me on

Black madonna, hoes kill for popals
Never seen a bitch like this, queen
Rock bds's on the left wrists, trick check
Respect this, firm's niggas lie knee deep in bitch
need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em
Fuck and take the for 'em, whoever dare cross us
The thoughts that across a bitch's minds, pops the nine
Leave 'em resting in peices, while my bitches peep this
Death decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
me in gabanna, peep dat
Think I'm flippin' on three cats,
Set yo clown ass up with my down ass
Bitch to the cash and g's, stash the guns for 'em
And the icedy e berkee, the the sun for 'em
Long style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em
Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I on 'em
nas pop the crist, fox cops the fifth
Make my doe up for oz's, now that's real uhhh