Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
Question is can I get some? Know I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm
When I you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a crazy
give 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 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 tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too pride to back 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 ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin'
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till some gangsters it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
With no game but
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing to scream on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a some ackrite

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your for some 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 Samaritans save that ho from slapped up
My homies up at the scene I made
Yo my ain't serene 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 to break camp
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I have to keep in touch
Keep it on without the tip-in
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

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