Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was one of those days
When I to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like Barbary Coast girls, riding 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 put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
have to ack-wild

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

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
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 those type of
With no game but
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got
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' ackrite

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(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 get slapped out of spite
(So a nig' some ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from slapped up
My homies crack up at the I made
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

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