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 what I'm saying?
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be at a nigga crazy
Just give up the and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it down for

It was just one of days
When I wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, 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 all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach put my fuckin mack down
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
I'mma have to

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

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm 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 lots of exposed
Getting by those type of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only like can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
up your honey for some late night 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 Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My homies up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, back 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
interrupted by some 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 niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)