Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know I'm saying?
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
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 those
When I to catch sunrays
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
Zoom-zoom 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 postin 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 down
I'm lead, not the background
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma have to

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(Aight? And a a nig' some 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 kicking in, I'm
For that don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh
Getting swarmed by those type of
no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a some ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Samaritans save that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops I'm afraid it's time 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, on the dick cause the Caddy's 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 without the
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

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