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

This is what, this what want huh
is what it's all about
Time to Affirmative Action son
They just understand, you kna'mean
Niggas coming sideways thinking stuff is man
don't 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 wash this money through 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, em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
Roam in own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it homicide get blown
Aristocrats, politickin with diplomats
See me I'm an mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new
That nigga Paulie 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 since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and
Yo, my people from Medina will see you
When you re-up bring your all your cream go between us
shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and a Fed team
Corleone be niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your design like fury
I shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we papes
And cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he finished bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking somebody gotta die shit
It's logic as long as it's nobody 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 with ice so hell can't scorch me
Cuban cigars Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
be the apparel
Through the darkest
I got of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue 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 snake
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We stay incogni' all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah
Nigga them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to to Panama but wait it's half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, it in half
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, one