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

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip cog-ni-ac
And all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, worth top
In fact touch and I'll react 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 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, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of
They his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest since Bugsy, bitches love me
And where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from they will see you
When you re-up your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican and steal bricks
My red beam, a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
be turning 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 like fury
I shine jewelry on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking somebody gotta die shit
It's logic as as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr.
cost me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the divorce me
I'll be with ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban meeting Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the black
deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money bags got Chandon
of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, 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 Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba spoke
Nigga with them that snort coke, raw though
An mixed with leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a villa in Manilla
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 times
We got forty-eight, mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, one