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 you by the fuckin' arm
be looking at a nigga crazy
Just up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

It was just one of those
When I wanted to catch
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to down
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a
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 niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool till gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
swarmed by those type of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very for my summer league team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' ackrite

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
Sucker 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 your honey for late night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(So give a some ackrite, right)

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from getting up
My homies up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't when a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to camp
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

Blunt in my 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 type of 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)