Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, what they want huh
This is what all about
Time to Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, you
Niggas coming sideways thinking stuff is man
Niggas 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, worth top
In fact mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for high stakes at
em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine
in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie die, he too soft
That dead on, a key of her-oin
They 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 drugs be, I Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from they will see you
When you bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and a Fed team
Corleone be turning niggas to
Yukons and ninja Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With connections it's The Firm nigga set it

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

In the Camaro
deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
I got of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E Money got Moet Chandon
of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the snake skin
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the is
I keep a jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sitting on top of grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Cayman with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's pure
Flipping the bigger
The nigga with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but it's half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the other two that bringing through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one