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

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

Yo sit back, relax, ya contact, sip your cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash this money this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, worth top
In fact touch mine's and I'll react like a
Who relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
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 homicide get blown
Aristocrats, daily 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
nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina will see you
When you bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and bricks
My red beam, made a dread and sprayed 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 lust
And cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished bidding
And now the projects is talking that gotta die shit
It's logic as long as it's that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the off me
a bitch but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meeting at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the tunnel
I got of multimillions in the biggest bundle
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 team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin
Sitting on top of fifty in the Nautica Van
We stay like all them thug 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 snort coke, raw though
An mixed with leak that's pure though
Flipping the bigger
The bigger nigga the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
Thirty-two grams raw, it in half
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega through
So let's see, if we flip other key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
Plus a hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times
We got quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, one