Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

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

Criminal in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch with his in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess and rugbies
Yo, my people Medina they will see you
When you re-up bring your all your cream 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 scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning niggas to
Yukons and ninja Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we papes
And push cakes inside the casket at wake
sickening, he just finished bidding upstate
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 Smoke know how to expand in Mr. Coffee
cost me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the bitch 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
Firm deep, all my niggas the blackest sparrow
be the apparel
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E Money bags got Chandon
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 piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We stay incogni' all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island with a of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
with 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 Panama but 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, mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, it by eight
We to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip this key
Then more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one