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

It was just one of those
When I wanted to catch
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Barbary Coast girls, shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin down
I'm lead, not the background
It's time to put on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties my style, if I don't get some ackrite
have to ack-wild

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas 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 honey for some late hype
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin'
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first was cool till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of exposed
swarmed by those type of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme the sister got steamed
Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my ain't serene when 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 can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
Sucker free for life, so you think twice
(Aight? And a a nig' some 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
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)