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 act right, you know what I'm saying?
When I you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a crazy
Just up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it down for

It was just one of days
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to back
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
I'mma have to

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
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 of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For that don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first spot was cool till gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
no game 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 eligible for my league team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Thing tried 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' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the I made
Yo my actions ain't serene a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, looking 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 in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

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