Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

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

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

Yo, my mind is seeing through your like blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we papes
And push inside the casket at Just wake
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 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 with ice so hell fire scorch me
Cuban cigars meeting at the Mosque
Moving cars, top papi Señor Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the blackest
Wallabee's be the
Through the tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest skin
sweaters 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 fifty 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 crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke, raw
An ounce mixed with leak that's though
Flipping the picture
The nigga with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to but wait it's half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
grams raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it times
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 bringing through
So see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got three quarters of ki
The Firm baby, one