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 know what I'm
When I yank you by the arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you what I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

It was just one of those
When I wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin down
I'm lead, not the background
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my 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, in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you think twice
(Aight? And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some night 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 fuckin'
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first was cool till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
With no game but
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got
Then Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night
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 that ho from getting 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 sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm it's time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the crush
Try to swing an ep so I don't have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
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 better twice
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)