Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

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

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker 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 bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin'
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our spot was cool till some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I impose only like can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a
Witcho' lips swoll, and a nig' some ackrite

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a on fade
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, else can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
They blush, I the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep so I don't have to keep in touch
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

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