Luyện nghe bài hát Affirmative Action

This is what, this what they huh
is what it's all about
Time to take Affirmative son
just don't understand, you kna'mean
Niggas coming thinking stuff 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 a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll react like a
Who could relate, we play for stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine
in your 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 homicide cases get
Aristocrats, daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe black

Criminal thoughts in the Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie die, he too soft
That dead on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina they see you
you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill
I chill with niggas hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed
Corleone be turning niggas to
Yukons and black Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With connections it's The Firm nigga set it

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

In the black
deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the
Through the darkest
I got visions of in the biggest bundle
In the Lex by my nigga Jungle
E bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we hard like Czar: 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 Firm Biz, so what the is
I a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy
The Gods they praise with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah
Nigga with them Cubans that coke, raw though
An ounce mixed leak that's pure though
Flipping the bigger
The bigger nigga the cheddar
Was mad
He had a fucking villa in
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
the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
Plus a five hundred cut in is two-fifty
Now triple times three
We got three of another ki
The baby, volume one