Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
Question is can I get some? Know I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know 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 break it down for

It was one of those days
When I wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to down
Soon as we get to The Beach put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
It's time to put on the map now
with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
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 don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you think twice
(Aight? And a give a 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 a nig' some ackrite, right)

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those that don't 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 watchin' hoes, lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very eligible for my league team"
Maybe too extreme the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho from slapped up
My homies up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to camp
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
fake macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
They blush, I bumrush the hush, the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
Keep it on hush without the
Macking interrupted by some set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

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