Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, what they want 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 understand the four devils; 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 a new cat sit back, worth 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 with no escape
The Corleone, Capone
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, face it homicide get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe black

thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That dead on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch 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 and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina they 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 niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal
My red beam, made a dread and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning niggas to
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 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 on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the 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 Smoke know how to 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 with ice so hell 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 tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they got a clue what we about to do
My team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani Carolina Herrera
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, 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 incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
with them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An mixed with leak that's pure though
Flipping the bigger
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a villa in Manilla
We got to flee to but wait it's half-and-half
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 by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip this key
Then more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now triple that three
We got three quarters of ki
The Firm baby, one