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 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 know I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

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

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

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm faded
degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till some gangsters it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
With no game but
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"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, 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 left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(So give a some ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good save that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my actions ain't serene a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
tracks, where 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 bumrush the hush, with the crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of 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)