Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

It's ackrite
Question is can I get some? Know what I'm
Ack-rite,
When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know 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 fuck out, you what I'm saying?
Let me break it down for

It was just one of those
When I to catch sunrays
Have fun and get on a Sunday afternoon
My nigga got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
will we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the full girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun,
I be postin all-world in the
Sipping 151 that gave me too much pride to back
as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I get some ackrite
have to ack-wild

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For those don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded
Our first spot was cool till some made it hot
Now we plot and
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of
no game but brown-nose
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold chain
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too extreme the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
I got mad, spit flame on the
Stefan, on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a some ackrite

Blunt in my hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better 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 slapped out of
(So a nig' some ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, me to act up
Good Samaritans save that ho getting slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I
Yo my ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, fractured her
Neckbone, looking at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the plush
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 niggas set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

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