Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was just one of those
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up 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 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 on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get ackrite
I'mma have to

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' 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 nig' ackrite, right)

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin'
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh
Getting swarmed by those type of
no game but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the 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

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And bitches 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 homies up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As cops I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
fake macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to in touch
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these 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 twice
(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 bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)