Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this what want huh
is what it's all about
Time to take Affirmative son
They just don't understand, you
Niggas coming sideways stuff is sweet man
Niggas don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate,
niggas, man

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

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

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

In the black
Firm deep, all my hail the blackest 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 Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest skin
Armani sweaters Carolina
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My nigga Wiz, operation Biz, so what the deal is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We stay incogni' all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba spoke
Nigga with them Cubans snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in
Get sixteen, double it times
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, it by eight
We to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip this key
Then more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got quarters of another ki
The baby, volume one