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

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash this money through 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 tape no
The Corleone, fettuccine
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is
Lower your tone, face it homicide get blown
Aristocrats, politickin with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my to be the new boss
That Paulie gotta die, he too soft
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 since Bugsy, bitches me
And Queens where my be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina will see you
When you re-up your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert 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 niggas to fiends
Yukons and black Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia it's The Firm nigga set it

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

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my hail 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 bags got Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
Sitting on top of grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in
The Gods they praise Allah with of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke, raw
An mixed with leak that's pure though
Flipping the bigger
The nigga with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to but wait it's half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
Thirty-two grams raw, it in half
Get sixteen, double it times
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that bringing through
So let's see, if we flip this key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, one