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

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your
And let's all this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In touch mine's 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, fettuccine
Roam in own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
Lower tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new
That nigga Paulie die, he too soft
nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, love me
And where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina they see you
When you re-up bring heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and bricks
My red beam, a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning niggas to
and ninja black 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 shine jewelry 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 as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two to get the system 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 meeting at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E Money bags got Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, ain't 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 marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
Sitting on top of fifty in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with visions of
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's though
Flipping the bigger
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
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it three
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, it by eight
We back to now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we this other key
that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in half is
Now triple that three
We got three of another ki
The baby, volume one