Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, what they want huh
This is it's all about
Time to Affirmative Action son
just don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas coming sideways thinking is sweet man
Niggas don't understand the four lust, envy, hate, jealousy
niggas, man

Yo sit back, relax, ya contact, sip your cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash this money this 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 play for high at gunpoint
Catch em and break, 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 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 Coupe black

Criminal thoughts in the Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
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 killer since Bugsy, bitches me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina they see you
When you re-up bring heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed
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 your design like blind
I shine sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished bidding
And now the projects is talking that gotta die shit
It's logic as long as it's nobody in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the bitch me
I'll be flooded ice so hell fire can't scorch me
cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they 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 sweaters Carolina
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in
The they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
with them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce with leak that's pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but it's half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in
Get sixteen, double it times
We got forty-eight, which 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 see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got quarters of another ki
The baby, volume one