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 just act right, you know 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 know I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

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

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So give a some 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 some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from 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 else can we go to hoes
From macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

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