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 know what I'm
When I yank you by the arm
Don't be looking at a 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 to catch sunrays
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
Around the 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 back
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 with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties my style, if I don't get some ackrite
have to ack-wild

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For that don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
With no but brown-nose
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very for my summer league 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 the bomb, must be a dyke
lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass 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 from getting 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 to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the
interrupted by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your honey for late night hype
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)