Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
Question is can I get some? Know I'm saying?
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know I'm saying?
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know I'm saying?
Let me it down for y'all

It was just one of those
When I wanted to catch
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too pride to back down
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a
Cuties peep my style, if I get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker 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 honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)

Uh kicking 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 plot and
Plus we hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
With no but brown-nose
So I impose only like can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Miss 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
lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(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 out of spite
(So give a nig' ackrite, right)

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions serene when a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, on the dick cause the Caddy's plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I have to keep in touch
Keep it on without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed niggas how to act

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