Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this what they huh
is what it's all about
Time to Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, you
Niggas coming sideways thinking is sweet man
Niggas don't understand the devils; 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 attack a new cat sit back, top dollar
In fact touch mine's and react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate, we play for stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no
The Corleone, fettuccine
Roam in own zone or get kidnapped 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 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 gotta die, he too soft
nigga's dead 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 killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear 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 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
be turning niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the boy
With mafia connections it's The Firm set it

Yo, my is seeing through your design 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 is talking that somebody gotta die shit
logic as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr.
cost me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but God-forbid the divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hell fire scorch me
cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, top papi Señor Escobar

In the black
Firm deep, all my hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
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 clue we about to do
My whole team, we shitting hard like Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest skin
Armani Carolina 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 in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak pure though
Flipping the picture
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, it in half
Get sixteen, it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of
Divide the by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega through
So see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
Plus a five cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that three
We got three quarters of ki
The baby, volume one