Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was just one of those
When I wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
the full good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack
I'm playin lead, not the
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a
Cuties 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, cause don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(Aight? 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 get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For that don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
Getting by those type of niggas
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 for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme 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, must be a
Witcho' lips swoll, and a nig' some ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho getting 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 one-time
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm 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, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
Try to an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

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