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 just act right, you know I'm saying?
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
Just give up the digits and be the out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it for y'all

It was one of those days
When I wanted to catch
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
the full good-to-go girls
Like them Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that gave me too much 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 have to

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
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 nigga playa-haters like
up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped 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
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first was cool till some gangsters 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 this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
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' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

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 some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(So a nig' 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 ain't serene when a on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
tracks, where else can we go to take 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 bumrush the hush, the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

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