Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
Question is can I get 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 yank you by the arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you what I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

It was one of those days
When I wanted to catch
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
like the Commodores
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to back
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
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 to ack-wild

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

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big I'm fuckin' faded
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first was cool till some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
With no but brown-nose
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very eligible for my league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got
Then Miss tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up honey for some late night 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 from getting up
My crack 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 sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's to break camp
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase them
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost 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
Keep it on 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 don't
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late hype
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)