Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

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

thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina 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 niggas that hit Dominican spots and bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed
Corleone be turning to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the boy
With mafia it's The Firm nigga set it

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

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money got Moet Chandon
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 marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Shallah spoke
with them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's though
Flipping the picture
The bigger nigga the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to but wait it's half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
Thirty-two raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it times
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that bringing through
So let's see, if we flip other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now triple that times
We got three quarters of ki
The Firm baby, one