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

This is what, what they want huh
is what it's all about
Time to take Action son
They don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas coming sideways thinking is sweet man
Niggas don't understand the devils; 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 a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact touch and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no
The Corleone, fettuccine
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
your tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with
See me I'm an official mack, Lex 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 on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my from Medina they will see you
When you re-up bring your all your cream go between us
shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill 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 connections it's The Firm set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your design like fury
I jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at wake
sickening, he just finished bidding upstate
And now the projects is that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic as long as 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
a bitch but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded ice so hell fire can't scorch me
cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest skin
Armani Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, 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 incogni' like all them thug in Marcy
The Gods praise Allah with visions 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 snort coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to flee to Panama but it's half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in
Get sixteen, double it three
We got forty-eight, mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega through
So let's see, if we flip this key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got three quarters of ki
The Firm baby, one