Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was just one of those
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom the Commodores
Wonder will we drama or, end up clowning whores
the full good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary girls, riding shotgun, baby
I be postin in the ride
Sipping 151 gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my mack down
I'm lead, not the background
time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, a smile
peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
I'mma to ack-wild

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

Uh drink kicking in, I'm
For that don't know big words: I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a spot
Our first was cool till some gangsters made it hot
Now we and pose
Plus we hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
swarmed by those type of niggas
With no but brown-nose
So I only like pros can
"Yo, is your man?" "No"
the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my
I got mad, spit on the name
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 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 that 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 wasn't for the one-time
I woulda at the hooker tramp
As cops I'm afraid it's time to break camp
Make tracks, else can we go to take hoes
From macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, on the dick cause the Caddy's plush
They blush, I the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in
it on hush without the tip-in
Macking interrupted by niggas set-tripping
in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

Blunt in my left hand, in my right
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 late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)