Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
Question is can I get 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 nigga
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
Let me break it for y'all

It was just one of those
When I to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
the full good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
I'mma have to

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 some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by type 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 very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to on my brethren
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a
Witcho' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And bitches 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 from slapped up
My homies crack up at the I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's to break camp
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase them
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
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
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
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)