Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was one of those 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
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we have or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that gave me too much to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's time to put on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker 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 your 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 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 hoes, with lots of flesh 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! chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
too extreme cause the sister 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
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a some ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene 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, else can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep so I don't 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 don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)