Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip cog-ni-ac
And let's all this money through this laundry mat
Sneak a new cat sit back, worth 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, em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it homicide cases get
Aristocrats, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple

thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's 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 couch with his in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest since Bugsy, bitches love me
And where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina they see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go us
Real shit, my Desert got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal
My red beam, made a scream and sprayed a Fed team
be turning niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, the pretty boy
mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing your design 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 bidding upstate
And now the is talking that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic as long as nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the divorce me
I'll be with ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meeting at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Escobar

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the blackest
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E Money got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a what we about to do
My whole team, we shitting like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, Crist-ies
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We stay incogni' like all them niggas in Marcy
The Gods praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island with a case of and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that coke, raw though
An ounce mixed leak that's pure though
Flipping the bigger
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but it's half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
grams raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, it by eight
We back to now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So see, if we flip this other key
Then more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in half is
Now triple that times
We got three of another ki
The baby, volume one