Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm
When I you by the fuckin' arm
be looking at a nigga 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 one of those days
When I wanted to catch
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
will we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, 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 I'mma put my fuckin down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's to put Bronson on the map now
with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't know big words: I'm faded
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only like can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got
Then Miss Thing to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a
Witcho' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(And a a nig' some 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
(So a nig' some ackrite, right)

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

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 a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't
Snatchin' up honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)