Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
Question is can I get some? Know 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 looking at a crazy
Just give up the digits and be the out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it down for

It was just one of those
When I to catch sunrays
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
the full good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to back
Soon as we get to The I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's to put Bronson on the map now
with my hand 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, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin'
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our spot was cool till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
no game but brown-nose
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got
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, be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and a nig' some ackrite

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
From fake macks? Ayo, chase them
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick 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
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you think twice
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)