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 I'm saying?
I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
Let me it down for y'all

It was just one of those
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, shotgun, baby
I be postin 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 playin lead, not the
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm faded
degrees, ease 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 by those type of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I impose like pros can
"Yo, is your 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
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, must be a
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
free for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a 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 give a some ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Samaritans save that 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 woulda sprayed at the tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid time to break camp
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
They blush, I bumrush the hush, the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to in touch
Keep it on hush 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
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't
up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' ackrite, right)