Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
Question is can I get some? Know what I'm
Ack-rite,
I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the arm
be looking at a nigga crazy
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 faded boom, flossin hip-hop
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack
I'm lead, not the background
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a
Cuties my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't know big I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
With no but brown-nose
So I impose only like can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the I made
Yo my actions ain't serene a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
fake macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
They blush, I the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
interrupted by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

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