Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an or skit

nas

Yo check this out, this is escobar
Out here with my nam, dj clue
Ya know what I'm sayin'?, the of the bosses
of the tapes
No doubt, queens finest
The boss of the bosses and ya listening to dj
one

Uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
Y'all ain't ready for the firm
Canivin' niggas, that's
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
shit

Verse foxy brown

All ya hoes wanna stop my
Stare bitches down when I rock my
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my
Stick me for the ice on my
Keeps the chrome fifths, you so sick
Y'all hoes give me honestly, no choice but to
firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, nas's
Strickly fam fam, az,
Na na, nas forever
While y'all hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin'
Ya still a bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
Mad cause they know no click to ya'll
And y'all is like fuck me, the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to games wit' ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin'
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme - but y'all mix tapes shorty (uh)
of y'all hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(nas)

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

two: nas

The of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind like pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, we bail in porsches
Of it's, the firm
court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Y'all lil' nas's, guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we to smoke cheeber
I shoot 'em in my two
Yo he's the clown, the jamie foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to paid
I'm in the tre tre, low, cause uh
Guzzlin' dom, on my 'dro, my drugs yo
arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, from projects
To hollies, real like calm stockings
Hoes lovin' the dick, I my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' this
I used to a nut on my fists, imagining
It was lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, too
back, gettin' the or-al
In the with the 4 too, zero
Y'all better respect black deniro, 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 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
Y'all pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and death
Mack with real ice rings, breath
See me floss whores, double ways 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 balcony with the one bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, black
wit' 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 cock blockin', ugly... fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way... ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy fake dick lickin' bitches
What's the uhh