Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
Question is can I get some? Know what I'm
Ack-rite,
I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the arm
Don't be 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 one of those days
When I wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
will we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to back
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my mack down
I'm lead, not the background
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma have to

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your honey for late night hype
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' 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 shaded
Our first spot was cool till gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
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 for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme the sister got steamed
Miss 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 give a nig' some

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep so I don't have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

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