Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
is can I get some? Know 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
give 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
When I to catch sunrays
fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up whores
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, shotgun, baby
I be all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to down
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm playin lead, not the
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas 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
Snatchin' up your for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get 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 shaded
Our first spot was cool till gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of exposed
swarmed by those type of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to on my brethren
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you the bomb, must be a dyke
Witcho' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

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

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save ho from getting slapped up
My homies up at the scene I made
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
From fake macks? Ayo, them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost 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 an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking interrupted by some set-tripping
Clip in the strap, I showed these how to act

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