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 just act right, you what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the arm
Don't be looking at a crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
Let me break it for y'all

It was just one of those
When I wanted to catch
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop
like the Commodores
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much to back down
Soon as we get to The I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I get some ackrite
I'mma have to

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

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool till gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting by those type of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very eligible for my league team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Miss Thing tried 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 a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas don't 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 your honey for some late hype
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(So give a nig' ackrite, right)

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from getting 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 at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid time to break camp
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
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 largest
Try to an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't 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 honey for some late night
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)