Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

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

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie die, he too soft
That dead on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his
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 from Medina they see you
When you re-up your heater all your 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 to fiends
Yukons and ninja Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your design like blind
I shine sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking that somebody die shit
It's logic as as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the off me
Life's a but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be with ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the
Moving cars, top papi Señor Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the blackest
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a what we about to do
My whole team, we hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina
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
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they 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 Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak pure though
Flipping the bigger
The nigga with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in
Get sixteen, double it three
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to now add the other 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 hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one