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 take Affirmative son
They don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas sideways thinking stuff 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 wash money through this laundry mat
attack a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for high at gunpoint
Catch em and break, em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
Roam in your own 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 with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple

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

Yo, my mind is through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he finished bidding 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 Smoke know how to 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 meeting Foxy at the
cars, your top papi Señor Escobar

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the blackest
be the apparel
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
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, in all the illest snake skin
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sitting on top of fifty in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug in Marcy
The Gods praise Allah with visions 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 leak that's pure
Flipping the picture
The nigga with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a villa 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, double it times
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We back to now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip other key
that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now triple that times
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one