Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

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

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your
And let's all wash this through this laundry mat
attack 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 stakes at
Catch em and break, em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is
Lower your tone, face it homicide get blown
Aristocrats, politickin with diplomats
See me I'm an mack, Lex Coupe triple black

thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga gotta die, he too soft
That dead on, a key of her-oin
found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and
Yo, my people from Medina will see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your go between us
Real shit, my Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and a Fed team
Corleone be turning to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the boy
With mafia it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seeing through your design like blind
I shine jewelry on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished bidding
And now the projects is talking somebody gotta die shit
It's logic as long as it's nobody that's in my
My man Smoke know how to expand in Mr. Coffee
cost me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch but the bitch divorce me
I'll be with ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars Foxy at the Mosque
cars, your top papi Señor Escobar

In the black
deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we 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 snake
Armani sweaters Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the
My nigga Wiz, Firm 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 incogni' like all thug niggas in Marcy
The they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of and Baba Shallah spoke
Nigga with them that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with that's pure though
Flipping the bigger
The bigger nigga with the
Was mad
He had a villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait 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, mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
We back to sixteen now add the other two that bringing through
So let's see, if we flip 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 quarters of ki
The Firm baby, one