Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
Question is can I get 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 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 just one of days
When I wanted to catch
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
151 that gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get ackrite
have to ack-wild

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

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme the sister 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
lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Samaritans save that ho from getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to camp
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I these 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 a nig' 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)