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 act right, you know what 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 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 Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
will we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
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 lead, not the background
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties my style, if I don't get some ackrite
have to ack-wild

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

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

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(So give a nig' 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 ain't when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
They blush, I the hush, with the largest crush
Try to an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

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