Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

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

Criminal thoughts in the Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That Paulie gotta die, he too soft
nigga's dead 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 smoothest killer since Bugsy, love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from they will see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go us
shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning niggas to
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the boy
With mafia it's The Firm nigga set it

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

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the blackest
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, Firm 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 Allah with of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak pure though
Flipping the bigger
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
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, it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega through
So see, if we flip this other key
Then more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in half is
Now that times three
We got quarters of another ki
The baby, volume one