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

This is what, this they want huh
This is what it's all
Time to Affirmative Action son
They don't understand, you kna'mean
coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man
Niggas don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate,
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, worth top
In fact touch mine's and react like a Rottweiler
Who relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
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 Firm art of war is
Lower your tone, face it homicide get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga 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 since Bugsy, love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from they will see you
you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed
Corleone be turning niggas to
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the boy
With mafia 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 the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he finished bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking that gotta die shit
It's logic as 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 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, your top Señor Escobar

In the Camaro
deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E bags got Moet Chandon
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 piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin
Sitting on top of grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with visions of
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's 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 half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So see, if we flip this other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now triple that times
We got three of another ki
The Firm baby, one