Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the arm
be looking 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 just one of days
When I to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop
Zoom-zoom like the
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 in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack
I'm playin lead, not the
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
have to ack-wild

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, niggas 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 don't
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And snobby-ass bitches get 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 spot was cool 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 but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(So a nig' 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 when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase them
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I have to keep in touch
Keep it on without the tip-in
interrupted by some niggas 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 playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)