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

This is what, this what they huh
is what it's all about
Time to take Action son
They just don't understand, you
coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man
Niggas don't the four 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 fact touch and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we for high stakes at gunpoint
em and break, undress 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 art of war is unknown
Lower tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe black

thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too
That nigga's 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 killer Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear jeans and rugbies
Yo, my from Medina they will see you
you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and bricks
My red beam, made a scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be niggas to fiends
Yukons and black Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust
And push inside the casket at Just wake
sickening, he just finished bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking somebody gotta die shit
It's as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds me two mill' 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
cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E Money got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, 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 thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with visions of
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's though
the bigger picture
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to flee to but wait it's half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
Plus a hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, one