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

It was just one of 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 hip-hop
like the Commodores
Wonder will we have or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack
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 peep my style, if I get some ackrite
I'mma have to

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin'
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first spot was cool till some gangsters it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing to scream on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped 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 woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid it's to break camp
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
fake macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, 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 niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

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