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 take Affirmative son
just don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas coming thinking stuff is sweet man
Niggas don't the four devils; lust, envy, hate, jealousy
niggas, man

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

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

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

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
be the apparel
Through the tunnel
I got of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a what we about to do
My whole team, we hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest 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 jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's pure
Flipping the picture
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to flee to 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 whole lot of
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
that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in half is
Now triple that times
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one