Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was one of those days
When I to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning
Around the full good-to-go
them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to 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 hand on my Johnson, a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
have to ack-wild

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

Uh kicking in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words: I'm faded
Eighty-three degrees, to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool till gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
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' lips swoll, and give a nig' some

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas fight
Sucker for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a nig' ackrite)
I'm the of nigga playa-haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(So give a nig' 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 actions ain't when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take
From macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
They blush, I the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't to keep in touch
Keep it on hush the tip-in
Macking by some niggas set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

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 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 slapped out of
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)