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

This is what, this they want huh
This is what it's all
to take Affirmative Action son
They just understand, you kna'mean
coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man
Niggas don't understand the four lust, envy, hate, jealousy
niggas, man

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

Criminal thoughts in the Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga gotta 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 killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from they will see you
When you re-up bring your all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican and steal bricks
My red beam, a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning niggas to
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 like blind
I shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just
It's sickening, he finished bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking that gotta die shit
It's logic as long as it's nobody in my clique
My man Smoke how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the bitch me
I'll be flooded 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 darkest
I got of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E Money bags got Moet
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest skin
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My nigga Wiz, Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with visions of
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak pure though
Flipping the picture
The bigger nigga the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
grams 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, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that three
We got three of another ki
The Firm baby, one