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 know what I'm
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 for y'all

It was just one of days
When I wanted to sunrays
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the chocolate boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
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 time to put on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
I'mma have to

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas 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
Snatchin' up your honey for late night hype
And bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)

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

in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(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 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 getting up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
Make tracks, where can we go to take hoes
From macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by 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, cause don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)