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
be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you what I'm saying?
Let me break it down for

It was one of those days
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to back
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack
I'm lead, not the background
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties 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, cause don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(Aight? And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm faded
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till some gangsters it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of exposed
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
no game 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 very for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Then Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a some ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My homies up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on
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, chase girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to in touch
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(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)