Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
Question is can I get some? what I'm saying?
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
be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you what I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

It was just one of those
When I wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a afternoon
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
151 that gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's to put Bronson on the map now
with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties 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 don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(Aight? And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin'
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
With no game but
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 extreme cause the got steamed
Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a some ackrite

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from slapped up
My homies crack up at the I made
Yo my actions ain't serene a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
From macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, looking 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 have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

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