Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this what want huh
This is what it's all
to take Affirmative Action son
They don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas coming 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 your
And let's all this money 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 at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with no escape
The Corleone, Capone
Roam in own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is
Lower your tone, face it homicide get blown
Aristocrats, daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie die, he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of
They found his head on the with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my from Medina they will see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill
I chill niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and a Fed team
be turning niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, the pretty boy
With mafia it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we papes
And push cakes inside the casket at wake
It's sickening, he just bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking somebody gotta die shit
It's logic as long as nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
cost me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the bitch me
be flooded with ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, top papi Señor Escobar

In the black
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 Money got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, ain't got a clue what we about to do
My team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin
Sitting on top of fifty in the Nautica Van
We incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga 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 villa in Manilla
We got to flee to but wait it's half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, it in half
Get sixteen, it times 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 see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in half is
Now that times three
We got quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, one