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

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

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

thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of
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 my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from they will see you
When you re-up bring your heater all cream go between us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread and sprayed a Fed team
be turning niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the boy
With mafia connections it's The Firm set it

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

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and
I keep a fat piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My nigga Wiz, 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' like all them thug in Marcy
The Gods they Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans snort coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The nigga with the cheddar
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, it in half
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 that bringing through
So let's see, if we flip other key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one