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 just act right, you what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the arm
be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know I'm saying?
Let me break it for y'all

It was just one of those
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the chocolate boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
the full good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to back
Soon as we get to The I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma have to

in my left hand, drink 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 of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till 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 only pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got
Miss Thing 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, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(So give a nig' ackrite, right)

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

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