Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, what they want huh
is what it's all about
Time to Affirmative Action son
They just understand, you kna'mean
Niggas sideways thinking stuff is sweet man
Niggas understand 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 through this laundry mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for high stakes at
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine
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 homicide get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my to be the new boss
nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch with his in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, 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 heater all your go between us
shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas hit Dominican spots 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 mafia connections The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is through your design like 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 is talking that somebody gotta die shit
It's as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man know 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 with ice so hell can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meeting at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas 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
of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue 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 snake
sweaters Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
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 like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah
Nigga them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with that's pure though
the bigger picture
The bigger with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
We got to flee to Panama but it's half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
Thirty-two grams raw, it in half
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we this other key
Then that's for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one