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 what I'm saying?
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

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

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't know big 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 flesh
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is your 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 tried to on my brethren
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a some ackrite

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(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 slapped out of
(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 up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, on the dick cause the Caddy's plush
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 without the tip-in
interrupted by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

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