Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's fuckin
is can I get some? 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 out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it for y'all

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

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 give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up honey 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 don't big words: I'm fuckin' faded
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only like can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme the sister got steamed
Then Miss 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' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good save that 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 woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, on the dick cause the Caddy's plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
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 playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up honey for some late night hype
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)