Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, what they want huh
This is what it's all
Time to take Affirmative son
They don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas sideways thinking stuff is sweet man
don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate, jealousy
niggas, man

Yo sit back, relax, ya contact, sip your cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash this money this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for high at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine
in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is
Lower your tone, face it homicide get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with
See me I'm an official mack, Lex triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too
That nigga's dead on, a key of
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest since Bugsy, bitches love me
And where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my from Medina they will see you
you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill
I chill with that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed
Corleone be turning niggas to
Yukons and ninja Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The Firm set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your design blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on grapes, we lust papes
And cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished upstate
And now the projects is talking that gotta die shit
It's logic as long as it's nobody in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the divorce me
be flooded with ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the
cars, your top papi Señor Escobar

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
be the apparel
Through the tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, and Escobar
I keep a fat piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
Sitting on top of grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah
Nigga with them that snort coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The nigga with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, it in half
Get sixteen, double it times
We got forty-eight, mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in half is
Now triple times three
We got three of another ki
The baby, volume one