Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was just one of days
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full good-to-go
Like them Barbary Coast girls, 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 put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma 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 late night
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

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

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better twice
(And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(So give a nig' 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 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 it's time to camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
fake macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga don't like
up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)