Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

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

Criminal in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga gotta die, he too soft
nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch with his in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess and rugbies
Yo, my people Medina they will see you
When you re-up bring heater all your 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, made a dread scream and a Fed team
Corleone be niggas to fiends
Yukons and black 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 jewelry sipping on grapes, we lust papes
And cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished upstate
And now the projects is talking that somebody die shit
It's logic as long as nobody that's in my clique
My man know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the bitch me
I'll be flooded ice so hell fire can't scorch me
cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the blackest
be the apparel
Through the darkest
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex by my nigga 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 hard like Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest skin
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them niggas in Marcy
The Gods they Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
with them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
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
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
grams raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it times
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega through
So let's see, if we this other key
that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one