Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - The Firm

* actual song, not an intro or

nas

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

Uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh,
Y'all cats ready for the firm
Canivin' niggas, that's
Get the da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn

one: foxy brown

All ya hoes wanna my chips
Stare bitches down I rock my whips
that you hate me on the low, pop block my dick
Stick me for the ice on my
Keeps the fifths, make you so sick
Y'all hoes give me honestly, no but to chick
'ficially firm, no shit
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, lil'
fam fam, az, 'mega
Na na, nas esco
While hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm ya'll
Mad they know no click plain to ya'll
And y'all hoes is fuck me, the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to play 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)
Nerve of y'all hoes to gel me
And uh, ya bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?

(nas)

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

Verse nas

The boss of the
Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and
Jewels, you dell, cause we in porsches
Of it's, the firm
This is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Y'all lil' nas's, middle guys's, off
I want to to ya leaders, we roll to smoke cheeber
I 'em in my two seater
Yo the worst clown, the jamie foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay
I'm in the tre tre, low, cause uh
Guzzlin' dom, twist on my 'dro, my yo
arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, queensbridge projects
To hollies, stay real like stockings
lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the I was nuttin' like this
I to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, my dick
Now I'm my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, gettin' the
In the back the 4 too, zero
Y'all better respect deniro, have ya crew grab for mereo
Of ya face with a halo, on ya
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas
Remember yeah, niggas fucked with esco
The emporer, thought I might have passed ya
Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw
Now that nigga's ass is his', we the firm boys
Y'all pacifists
Kick the facts about 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
thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa
Lit on the way to see the opera
Up in the with the one lensed bin-acular
and white tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck wit' us, 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 bald headed, half way... afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy fake dick lickin' bitches
the dealy? uhh