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?
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
give 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
When I wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
the full good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my mack 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 ackrite
have to ack-wild

Blunt in my 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 don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for late night 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, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only like can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(And a give a some 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
(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 actions serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
fake macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

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