Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
Question is can I get some? what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm saying?
When I 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 down for

It was one of those days
When I wanted to catch
Have fun and get blunted on a afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we have or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 gave me too much 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, a smile
Cuties my style, if I don't get some ackrite
have to ack-wild

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
no game but brown-nose
So I only like 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 extreme cause the got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
I got mad, spit 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 left hand, in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(And a a nig' 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 slapped out of
(So give a some ackrite, right)

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from getting up
My homies crack up at the I made
Yo my actions ain't serene a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
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, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, 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 honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)