Luyện nghe bài hát Ackrite

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

It was one of those days
I wanted to catch sunrays
Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday
My nigga Babe got room, the gat for misbehavors
And the faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the
will we have drama or, end up clowning whores
Around the good-to-go girls
them Barbary Coast 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 put my fuckin mack down
I'm lead, not the background
It's to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some
I'mma to ack-wild

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 some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa-haters like
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(Aight? So a nig' some ackrite, right)

Uh drink in, I'm stimulated
For that 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 and pose
Plus we watchin' hoes, with lots of exposed
Getting swarmed by those of niggas
no game but brown-nose
So I impose only pros can
"Yo, is this man?" "No"
Grab the hand, "I'm Hittman"
Bling! Gold gleam
"You're very eligible for my league team"
Maybe too cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing 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' swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

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 don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get out of spite
(So give a nig' ackrite, right)

on the ack-rite, causing 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 serene a nigga's on fade
If it for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker
As cops parade I'm afraid it's to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase them
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost her
Neckbone, back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the crush
Try to swing an ep so I don't have to keep in touch
Keep it on 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, drink in my
by my waistline, cause 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
Snatchin' up your honey for late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of
(Aight? So give a some ackrite, right)