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

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your
And let's all wash this money through laundry mat
attack a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for high stakes at
em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine
Roam in your own zone or get and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it cases get blown
Aristocrats, daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my 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 with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina they see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill
I with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed
Corleone be turning to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the boy
With mafia it's The Firm nigga set it

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

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
be the apparel
Through the darkest
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money got Moet Chandon
of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, and Escobar
I a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
Sitting on top of grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke, raw
An ounce mixed leak that's pure though
the bigger picture
The nigga with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to flee to but wait it's half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
grams raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it three
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
the profit 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 more for me, mad and mad leak
Plus a hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got quarters of another ki
The baby, volume one