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 Affirmative Action son
just don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas coming sideways stuff is sweet man
Niggas don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate,
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, top dollar
In fact touch and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for high at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
Roam in own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is
your tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple

Criminal in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's on, a key of her-oin
They found his on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear jeans and rugbies
Yo, my from Medina they will see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your go between us
shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal
My red beam, a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning niggas to
Yukons and ninja Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your design like fury
I shine jewelry sipping on grapes, we lust papes
And push inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking that gotta 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
Feds me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the bitch me
I'll be flooded ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, top papi Señor Escobar

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, 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, Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay like 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 and Baba Shallah spoke
with them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
the bigger picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but 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 three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing
So let's see, if we flip other key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got three of another ki
The baby, volume one