Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action (remix edited version; featFoxy Brown & AZ)

This is what, what they want huh
This is what it's all
Time to take Affirmative son
They just understand, you kna'mean
coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man
Niggas don't understand the four lust, envy, hate, jealousy
niggas, man

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash this money through this mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In fact touch mine's and react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we for high stakes at gunpoint
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 Firm art of war is
Lower your tone, face it cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple

thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie die, he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of
They found his head on the couch 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 Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from they will see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your go between us
Real shit, my Desert got a ill grip
I with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, a dread scream 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 sipping on crushed grapes, we papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just
It's sickening, he finished bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking that somebody gotta die
It's logic as long as it's nobody that's in my
My man Smoke know how to expand in Mr. Coffee
Feds 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 meeting Foxy 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 in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest skin
Armani sweaters Carolina
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My Wiz, operation 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 like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with visions of
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's pure
Flipping the picture
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to flee to Panama but 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 mean a whole lot of
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 other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now triple that three
We got quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, one