Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this what they huh
is what it's all about
Time to take Action son
They don't understand, you kna'mean
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 money this laundry mat
attack a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine
Roam in your own or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is
Lower your tone, face it cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex triple black

Criminal thoughts in the Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of
They found his head on the couch his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches me
And where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people 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, a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, the pretty boy
With connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your design blind fury
I shine sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push inside the casket at Just wake
sickening, he just finished bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking that somebody die shit
It's logic as long as it's nobody 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 meeting at the Mosque
cars, your top papi Señor Escobar

In the Camaro
Firm deep, all my hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the tunnel
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they got a clue what we about 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
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Biz, so what the deal is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
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 Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke, raw
An ounce mixed with leak that's pure
Flipping the picture
The bigger nigga 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 three
We got forty-eight, mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
Plus a five hundred cut in half is
Now that times three
We got three of another ki
The baby, volume one