Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your
And let's all wash this money this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll react a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we for high stakes at gunpoint
em and break, undress em, tie em with tape 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
Lower tone, face 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 nigga's dead on, a key of
found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and
Yo, my people Medina they will see you
When you re-up your heater all your cream go between us
shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed
Corleone be turning to fiends
Yukons and ninja Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your like blind fury
I shine 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 is talking that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic as long as it's nobody 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 ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban meeting Foxy at the Mosque
cars, your top papi Señor Escobar

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
be the apparel
Through the darkest
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money got Moet Chandon
of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
Sitting on top of grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in
The Gods praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
with them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger with the cheddar
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, double it three
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So see, if we flip this other key
that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in half is
Now triple that three
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one