Luyện nghe bài hát Saint-Denis Style Remix-Affirmative Action

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

Yo sit back, relax, ya contact, sip your cog-ni-ac
And let's all this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, worth top
In fact touch mine's and react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for high stakes at
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with no escape
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
Lower your tone, face it cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with
See me I'm an official mack, Lex triple black

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

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

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a what we about to do
My team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah
with them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in
Get sixteen, double it times
We got forty-eight, mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that three
We got three of another ki
The baby, volume one