Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was just one of days
When I wanted to sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
Around the good-to-go girls
Like Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
151 that 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
It's time to put on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your for some late night hype
And snobby-ass get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our spot was cool till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, lots of flesh exposed
Getting by those type of niggas
no game but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very for my summer league team"
too extreme cause the sister got steamed
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
lips swoll, and give 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 think twice
(And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(So a nig' some ackrite, right)

on the ack-rite, causing me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho getting slapped up
My crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a on fade
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, them 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 niggas set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I these niggas how to act

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