Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
Question is can I get some? Know I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it down for

It was one of those days
When I wanted to catch
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
Around the full good-to-go
Like Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my mack 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
have to ack-wild

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

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
With no but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Then Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
Witcho' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good save that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my actions ain't when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
They blush, I the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas 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 some late hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)