Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was one of those days
When I wanted to catch
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
will we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's time to put on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
I'mma to ack-wild

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas 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 late hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)

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

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause 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
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(So a nig' some ackrite, right)

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

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