Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this what want huh
This is what all about
Time to Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, you
coming 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 let's all this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In fact touch mine's and react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for 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 tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe black

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

Yo, my mind is seeing your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just
sickening, he just finished bidding upstate
And now the is talking that somebody gotta die shit
logic as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr.
cost me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but the bitch divorce me
be flooded with ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the
cars, your top papi Señor Escobar

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
be the apparel
Through the tunnel
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we to do
My whole team, we shitting like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
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 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
Nigga them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak pure though
Flipping the bigger
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to to Panama but wait it's half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, it in half
Get sixteen, double it times
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of
Divide the profit by four, 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 that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got quarters of another ki
The baby, volume one