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 what I'm saying?
When I you by the fuckin' 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 it down for y'all

It was just one of those
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 like the
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my mack down
I'm lead, not the background
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very for my summer league team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a
Witcho' lips swoll, and a nig' some ackrite

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga 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 that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops I'm afraid it's time to break camp
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase them
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on without the tip-in
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

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