Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm saying?
When I you by the fuckin' 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 one of those days
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab 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 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 I'mma put my fuckin 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 get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

Blunt in my left hand, 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 playa-haters like
up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
With no game but
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very for my summer league team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid it's to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(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 bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)