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 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 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, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
the full good-to-go girls
Like Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma have to

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't
Snatchin' up your honey for some late hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(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, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting by those type of niggas
With no game but
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got
Then Miss tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and a nig' some ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm it's time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the 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 hush without the
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
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 playa-haters don't
Snatchin' up your honey for late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)