Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
Question is can I get Know what I'm saying?
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 at a nigga crazy
Just up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it for y'all

It was just one of those
When I wanted to 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
like 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 in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin down
I'm lead, not the background
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma have to

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(Aight? And a a nig' 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
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't 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 swarmed by those 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 eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Then Miss tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my actions ain't when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured 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 have to keep in touch
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
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
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' 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 give a some ackrite, right)