Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was just one of days
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a afternoon
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
Around the full girls
Like Barbary 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 mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get ackrite
I'mma have to

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

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our spot was cool till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
no game but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very for my summer league team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to 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 hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(And a a nig' 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
(So give a some ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Samaritans save that ho from getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch
Keep it on without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

Blunt in my 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 nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)