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 crazy
give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it for y'all

It was just one of days
When I wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
the full good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary 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 mack down
I'm lead, not the background
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
I'mma have to

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get 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
we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very for my summer league team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
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, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't
Snatchin' up your honey for some night 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 getting up
My homies crack up at the I made
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid 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, looking 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 tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? 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
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)