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

This is what, this what want huh
This is it's all about
to take Affirmative Action son
They just understand, you kna'mean
Niggas coming sideways thinking is sweet man
Niggas understand 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
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll react like a
Who could relate, we play for stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with no escape
The Corleone, Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple

Criminal in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too
That nigga's dead on, a key of
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 be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people Medina they will see you
When you re-up bring heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The nigga set it

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

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
I got of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, 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 piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My nigga Wiz, Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sitting on top of grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with that's pure though
Flipping the bigger
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, it in half
Get sixteen, double it three
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing
So see, if we flip this other key
Then more for me, mad coke and mad leak
a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one