Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this what want huh
is what it's all about
Time to take Affirmative son
just don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas coming sideways thinking stuff is man
Niggas understand 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 through this laundry mat
attack a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact touch and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for high stakes at
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine
in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is
your tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex triple black

Criminal in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie die, he too soft
nigga's 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 killer Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from they will see you
When you bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican and steal bricks
My red beam, made a scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning to fiends
Yukons and black Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on 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
logic as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds me two mill' to get the system off me
a bitch but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hell can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
be the apparel
Through the tunnel
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, ain't got a clue 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 Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin
Sitting on top of fifty in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug in Marcy
The Gods they Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The nigga 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
grams raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it three
We got forty-eight, mean a whole lot of cream
the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that three
We got quarters of another ki
The baby, volume one