Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

Yo sit back, relax, ya contact, sip your cog-ni-ac
And let's all wash this money through laundry mat
Sneak a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for high stakes at
Catch em and break, em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
Roam in your own zone or get and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is
Lower your tone, face it cases get blown
Aristocrats, daily 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 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 killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my from Medina they will see you
When you re-up bring your heater all cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert 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
be turning niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your like blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we papes
And cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished bidding
And now the projects is talking that somebody die shit
It's logic as long as it's that's 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 but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hell can't scorch me
cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my hail the blackest sparrow
be the apparel
Through the darkest
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E Money got Moet Chandon
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, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake
Armani Carolina 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
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them 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 Baba spoke
Nigga with them that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's though
the bigger picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's
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 mean a whole lot of
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the other two that bringing through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got three of another ki
The Firm baby, one