Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
Question is can I get some? Know 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 know I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

It was just one of days
When I to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary 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 Beach 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, crack a
Cuties 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, niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(Aight? And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)

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

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(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 bitches get slapped out of
(So give a nig' ackrite, right)

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

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