Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was just one of days
When I to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them 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 fuckin mack
I'm playin lead, not the
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma have to

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a some 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
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh
Getting by those type of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very eligible for my league team"
Maybe too extreme the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
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, cause niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(So give a nig' ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good save that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
From fake 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 don't to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
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 of nigga playa-haters 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)