Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you 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 and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

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 tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack
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 ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool till some made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very eligible for my league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Then Miss Thing to scream on my brethren
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 some ackrite

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas 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 late hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(So a nig' some 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 ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm it's time to break camp
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
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 late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)