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 crazy
Just up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

It was just one of days
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 gave 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
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
I'mma to ack-wild

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 type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get 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 spot
Our first spot was cool some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very eligible for my league team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(And a give a 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 out of spite
(So a nig' some ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good save that ho from getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene 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 camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to in touch
Keep it on hush without the
interrupted by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed 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 a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late hype
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)