Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was one of those days
When I to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
the full good-to-go girls
Like Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin down
I'm lead, not the background
It's to put Bronson on the map now
with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I get some ackrite
have to ack-wild

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late hype
And snobby-ass 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 spot was cool till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by type of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing 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' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(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 ain't when a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm it's time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, on the dick 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
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

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