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

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash this through this laundry mat
Sneak a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll react a Rottweiler
Who relate, we play 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
your tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new
That nigga gotta die, he too soft
That 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 since Bugsy, bitches love me
And where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina will see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I with niggas that hit Dominican 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 connections it's The Firm nigga set it

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

In the Camaro
deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we to do
My whole team, we shitting like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in
The Gods they praise with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's though
the bigger picture
The bigger nigga the cheddar
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 grams raw, it in half
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip this key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now that times three
We got three of another ki
The Firm baby, one