Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you what I'm saying?
When I you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
Let me break it for y'all

It was just one of those
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder will we have or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack
I'm playin lead, not the
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma have to

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas 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 your for some late night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)

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

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from slapped 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 brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to camp
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase them
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
They blush, I the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you think twice
(Aight? 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 snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)