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 what I'm
When I you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know I'm saying?
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 nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go
them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too pride 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 with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties my style, if I don't get some ackrite
have to ack-wild

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

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first was cool till some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme the sister got steamed
Then Thing 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 give a nig' some

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

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good save that ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the I made
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 to break camp
tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase them
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, looking 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 keep in
Keep it on hush without the
Macking interrupted by some set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

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 nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up your for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)