Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your
And let's all wash this money through 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 play for high at gunpoint
em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
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 homicide cases get
Aristocrats, daily with diplomats
See me I'm an mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too
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, bitches me
And Queens where my be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my from Medina they will see you
you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert got a ill grip
I chill 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 black Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your like blind fury
I shine jewelry sipping on grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished bidding
And now the projects is talking that somebody die shit
It's logic as long as nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the 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 Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top Señor 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 pushed by my 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 hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, 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 keep a phat jew-el, sippin
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in
The Gods they praise Allah visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's pure
Flipping the bigger
The bigger nigga with the
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, chop it in
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega through
So let's see, if we flip this key
Then that's more for me, mad and mad leak
a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that three
We got three of another ki
The Firm baby, one