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 crazy
Just give up the digits and be the out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it for y'all

It was just one of those
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
I be all-world in the ride
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 with my hand on my Johnson, crack a
Cuties my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
free 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 honey for late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of exposed
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only like can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Then Miss Thing to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a
lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans that ho from getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

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