Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the arm
be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
Let me it down for y'all

It was one of those days
When I to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to down
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin 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
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
have to ack-wild

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(Aight? And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
And snobby-ass 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 faded
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till some gangsters it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
no game but brown-nose
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and a nig' some ackrite

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you 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 that ho from getting 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 one-time
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
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 girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

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