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
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
Just up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it down for

It was just one of days
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the chocolate boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning 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 pride to back down
Soon as we get to The I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
It's time to put on the map now
with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin'
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of exposed
swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Then Miss tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my actions serene when a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, on the dick 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 hush the tip-in
interrupted 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 don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)