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 act right, you know what I'm saying?
I yank you by the fuckin' 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 those
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom, hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that gave me too much to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my 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 don't get ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(Aight? And a a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your 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, ease to a spot
Our first spot was till some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by 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 chain
"You're eligible for my summer league team"
Maybe too extreme cause the got steamed
Then Miss tried to scream on my brethren
I got mad, flame on the name
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause don't fight
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 late night
And bitches get slapped 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 homies up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on
If it wasn't for the brigade
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
fake macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the cause the Caddy's plush
blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep so I don't have 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 hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think
(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)