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 act right, you know what I'm saying?
When I you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
Just give up the and be the fuck 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 afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The I'mma put my fuckin 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 my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma have to

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

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first spot was cool till some made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh
Getting by those type of niggas
With no 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"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a
Witcho' 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 think
(And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't
up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(So give a nig' 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 actions ain't serene when a on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
From macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, looking 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 have to in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

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