Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
Question is can I get Know what I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you what I'm saying?
When I you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
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 wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
Around the full girls
Like Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
151 that gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack
I'm playin lead, not the
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
I'mma have to

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

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For that don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool till some gangsters it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
Witcho' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass 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 crack 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 hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
Keep it on hush without the
Macking interrupted by some niggas
Clip in the strap, I showed 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 give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)