Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
Question is can I get some? Know what I'm
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 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 those
When I to catch sunrays
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to back
Soon as we get to The I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
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 have to

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't know big words: I'm faded
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till some made it hot
Now we plot and
we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
too extreme cause the sister 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 a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(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
(So give a nig' ackrite, right)

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from getting up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops 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 black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

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