Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this what they huh
is what it's all about
Time to Affirmative Action son
just don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas sideways 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 all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and in your dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it cases get blown
Aristocrats, daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe black

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

Yo, my mind is through your design 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 bidding
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 coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the bitch 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 Camaro
deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the tunnel
I got of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E Money got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we to do
My whole team, we hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so the deal is
I keep a 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 praise Allah visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
the bigger picture
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
grams raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it three
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that three
We got quarters of another ki
The baby, volume one