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 what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the arm
be looking at a nigga 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 days
When I wanted to catch
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like them Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much 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 with my hand on my Johnson, a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For that don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till 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 only like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a 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
(So give a 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 when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops I'm afraid it's time to break camp
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
Keep it on without the tip-in
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
free 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)