Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this they want huh
This is what all about
Time to take Action son
They don't understand, you kna'mean
coming 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 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 high stakes at
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
Lower tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple

Criminal thoughts in the Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of
They found his head on the couch with his in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and
Yo, my people Medina they will see you
When you re-up bring your all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and a Fed team
be turning niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the boy
mafia 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 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 how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a 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 Señor Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the blackest
be the apparel
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E Money got Moet Chandon
of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest skin
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with visions of
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba spoke
with them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to flee to Panama but wait half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
grams raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it three
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that three
We got quarters of another ki
The baby, volume one