Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was just one of those
When I wanted to catch
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate boom, flossin hip-hop 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, riding shotgun,
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that me too much pride to back down
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
time to put Bronson 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 to ack-wild

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of 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 nig' ackrite, right)

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till some made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, lots 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! Gold chain
"You're very eligible for my league team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(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 snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(So a nig' some ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid it's to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
From fake macks? Ayo, chase girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick 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 keep in
Keep it on without the tip-in
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think 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 get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)