Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm saying?
When I you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you what I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

It was just one of those
When I wanted to sunrays
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that gave me too pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack
I'm lead, not the background
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool till some made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh
swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' ackrite

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(So give a some ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the I made
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
From macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
They blush, I the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up honey for some late night hype
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)