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

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

Yo sit back, relax, ya contact, sip your cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash money through this laundry mat
Sneak a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll like a Rottweiler
Who relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine
Roam in own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it cases get blown
Aristocrats, daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex triple black

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

Yo, my mind is through your design like blind fury
I jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished upstate
And now the is talking that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic as long as it's nobody that's in my
My man Smoke know how to 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 Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
be the apparel
Through the tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and
I a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what 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 Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke, raw
An ounce mixed with leak that's though
Flipping the bigger
The nigga with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a villa in Manilla
We got to flee to but wait 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 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 Mega bringing
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in half is
Now that times three
We got three of another ki
The Firm baby, one