Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
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?
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
Let me it down for y'all

It was one of those days
When I wanted to catch
Have fun and get blunted on a afternoon
My nigga 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 full girls
Like Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin down
I'm lead, not the background
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's 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 on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a some ackrite

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(So give a some 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 actions serene 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 time to break camp
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, on the dick cause the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
Keep it on without the tip-in
interrupted by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I 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 give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up your for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)