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

This is what, this they want huh
This is what it's all
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, catch ya contact, sip cog-ni-ac
And all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll react a Rottweiler
Who relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
em and break, undress 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 Firm art of war is
Lower tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe black

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

Yo, my mind is seeing 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 finished bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking that somebody gotta die
It's logic as 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
Life's a but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, top papi Señor Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
be the apparel
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake
Armani sweaters Carolina
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the 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 crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke, raw
An ounce mixed with that's pure though
the bigger picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking 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 three
We got forty-eight, which mean a lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times
We got quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, one