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 know 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 down for

It was one of those days
When I wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much 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
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 hand, drink 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 your honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)

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

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the I made
Yo my actions serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to camp
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
They blush, I bumrush the hush, the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
Keep it on without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

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