Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this they want huh
This is it's all about
Time to take Affirmative son
They don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas sideways thinking stuff is sweet 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 money through this mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll react a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for stakes at gunpoint
em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
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 Coupe black

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

Yo, my mind is seeing through design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just
It's sickening, he just finished bidding
And now the projects is that somebody 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
Feds me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hell fire can't me
Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the
Moving cars, your top papi 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 Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we to do
My whole team, we shitting hard Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We stay like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak pure though
the bigger picture
The bigger nigga with the
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 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 two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, one