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

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

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

Criminal thoughts in the 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 killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my from Medina they will see you
When you bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal
My red beam, made a dread and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning niggas to
and ninja black Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your design like blind
I shine sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished upstate
And now the projects is talking that gotta die shit
It's logic as as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
cost me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hell can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meeting at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top Señor Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
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 Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in
The Gods they praise Allah visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that coke, raw though
An ounce mixed leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to flee to Panama but wait half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, it by eight
We to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip this key
Then more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got three quarters of ki
The Firm baby, one