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 you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

It was one of those days
When I wanted to catch
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
the full good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that me too much pride to back down
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't know big words: I'm faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
no game but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Miss Thing 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 some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(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 bitches get slapped out of spite
(So give a some ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good save that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my actions ain't serene when a on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to camp
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I these niggas 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 type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for late night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)