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 know what I'm
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you what I'm saying?
Let me break it for y'all

It was one of those days
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
will we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that me too much pride to back down
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
It's to put Bronson on the map now
with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I get some ackrite
have to ack-wild

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get 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
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
no game but brown-nose
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from getting up
My homies up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a 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
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
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 interrupted by some set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

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