Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you act right, you know what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the 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 one of those days
When I wanted to catch
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool till gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting by those type of niggas
no game but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very eligible for my league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Then Miss Thing 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 a nig' some ackrite

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my actions ain't serene when a on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid time to break camp
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep so I don't have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

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