Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action (remix edited version; featFoxy Brown & AZ)

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

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

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie die, he too soft
That nigga's on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches 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 heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning to fiends
Yukons and ninja Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The nigga set it

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

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my Jungle
E Money got Moet Chandon
of sixty-two, they ain't 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 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 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 with of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with that's pure though
Flipping the bigger
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to to Panama but wait it's half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it times
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 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