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

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your
And let's all this money 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, undress em, tie em tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and in your dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my 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 in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and
Yo, my people from Medina they see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and a Fed team
Corleone be turning to fiends
Yukons and black Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my is seeing through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just
It's sickening, he just finished upstate
And now the projects is talking that somebody die shit
It's logic as long as it's that's in my clique
My man know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
cost 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
Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the black
Firm deep, all my hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money bags got Moet
of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what 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 snake skin
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so the deal is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We stay incogni' all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Shallah spoke
Nigga them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's pure
Flipping the bigger
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to to Panama but wait it's half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in
Get sixteen, double it three
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times
We got quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, one