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

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your
And let's all wash this through this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, 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 homicide get blown
Aristocrats, daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex triple black

thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That Paulie gotta die, he too soft
nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens my drugs be, I wear Guess 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 Eagle got a ill grip
I chill niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and a Fed team
Corleone be turning niggas to
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the boy
With mafia connections The Firm nigga set it

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

In the Camaro
deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we 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 baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in
The Gods they praise Allah visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed leak that's pure though
the bigger picture
The bigger nigga 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
Thirty-two raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it times
We got forty-eight, mean a whole lot of cream
the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got quarters of another ki
The baby, volume one