Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash this money through laundry mat
Sneak a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for high stakes at
Catch em and break, em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your
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

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

Yo, my mind is seeing your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust
And push cakes inside the casket at Just
It's sickening, he finished bidding upstate
And now the projects is that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic as long as it's that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr.
Feds cost me two to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the bitch me
I'll be flooded with ice so hell fire can't me
Cuban cigars meeting at the Mosque
Moving cars, top papi Señor Escobar

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the tunnel
I got of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, ain't got a clue what we about to do
My team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the snake skin
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sitting on top of grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in
The Gods they Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
Flipping the bigger
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but it's half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
Thirty-two raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract 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 that's 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