Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

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

Criminal in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga gotta die, he too soft
That dead 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 killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and
Yo, my people from Medina they see you
you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill
I chill with that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed
Corleone be turning to fiends
and ninja black Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections 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 the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished bidding
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 know how to expand coke 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 cigars meeting at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the black
Firm deep, all my hail the blackest sparrow
be the apparel
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and
I keep a fat marquess piece, in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My nigga Wiz, Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's pure
Flipping the picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the other two Mega bringing 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 three quarters of ki
The Firm baby, one