Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
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
Don't be looking at a crazy
Just up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it for y'all

It was one of those days
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like them Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too pride to back down
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get ackrite
have to ack-wild

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin'
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first spot was cool some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
no game but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme the sister got steamed
Then Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a
lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
up your honey for some late night 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 save that ho from getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to in touch
Keep it on hush without the
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
free for life, so you better think 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 a nig' some ackrite, right)