Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this what they huh
This is what all about
Time to Affirmative Action son
just 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 wash this money through this mat
Sneak attack a new cat sit back, worth top
In fact touch mine's and I'll react like a
Who relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The art of war is unknown
your tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too
That 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 my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina they see you
When you re-up bring your all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed
be turning niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your like blind fury
I jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just
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 Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr.
Feds me two mill' to get the system off me
a bitch but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hell can't scorch me
cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Señor

In the black
Firm deep, all my niggas hail the sparrow
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E bags 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
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The baby, from BK to the Bridge
My nigga Wiz, Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin
Sitting on top of grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba spoke
Nigga with Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's pure
Flipping the bigger
The nigga with the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but it's half-and-half
is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in
Get sixteen, double it times
We got forty-eight, which a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing
So let's see, if we this other key
that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now triple that times
We got quarters of another ki
The baby, volume one