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

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip cog-ni-ac
And let's all this money through this 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
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no
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, it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex triple black

thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That Paulie gotta die, he too soft
nigga's 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 smoothest 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 bring your heater all your go between us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, the pretty boy
With connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your design blind fury
I shine jewelry on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at wake
It's sickening, he just finished upstate
And now the projects is that somebody gotta die shit
It's as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke 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 with ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top Señor Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money bags got Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they got a clue what we about to do
My team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so the deal is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that coke, raw though
An mixed with leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a villa in Manilla
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 to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip other key
Then more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times
We got three of another ki
The baby, volume one