Luyện nghe bài hát Act A Fool

Drop 2 Fast, drop 2
I'm too for y'all, mayn
Drop 2 Fast, 2 Furious
Oh, I'm too fast for y'all,

Ah, you just home from doin' a bid
me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Somebody broke in and out your crib
Boy, gon' do? Act a fool
Just bought a new pair and they your shoes
me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, them cops throw you in them county blues
Boy, gon' do? Act a fool

Talkin' about gats, traps, and robbers
911, pleas call the doctor
Evacuate the building and the pigs
everybody wanna piece, we gon' split ya wigs
See, some slipped up and over stepped they boundaries
You to catch a cold, stay the fuck around me
Ya peeps talkin' 'bout what shit he on
You like, poof, bitch be gone

You think twelve gon' catch me, gimme a
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license
It seems they wanna finger print me and some years
They'll only get one while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof, wood on the dash
skin on the rug, 'Golden Grain' in the stash
Hydraulics all so I shake the ride
We go front, back and side to

Some punk just up and made you spill your drink
me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, car just stopped on a empty tank
Boy, gon' do? Act a fool
If you got late bills and you your job
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a
If you to get drunk and you ready to mob
Boy, whatcha do? Act a fool

take it to the streets 'cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new
And the just stare so I love to park it
And I just put a in the glove compartment
With the to the floor, radar in the grille
TV in the middle of my steering
It's my car's so we blown them candle
More speakers in the trunk my ride can handle

Got my name in the headrest, read it and
Nos in the back, camel hair on the seat
And when I up to the club, I get all the affection
'Cuz the love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a fuckin'
And the fools, we gon' clock one and pop one
'Cuz my folk ridin' shotgun with a

You just got hustled for a wad of
Man, whatcha gon' do? Act a
Now, your friends just smoked up your brand new
Say whatcha gon' do? Act a
Now them gulls up the still runnin' they mouth
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a
If talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me I'm gon' do? Act a fool

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk open
Did last week and the streets' still smoking
See, I'm off that anti and my car is tipsy
Off the off ramp doin' about a hundred and
Rollin' East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my
Got the crew ridin' and we startin' shit
I even got a trailer hitch the barbecue pit

And now, all you do is get drunk and pout
Plus, your new name is Fire 'cuz we you out
And yeah, we blow trees and beez that's
So gulls, hold ya weave while I'm through traffic
I to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like Lil' John Q and get a 'Change of
It's one mission, two clips and some triple
I'm about to blow this shit up to smithereens

The pot holes in the street bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a
Man, that ain't sticky, that's and steams
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a
Catch ya man with another up in ya bed
Ladies, gon' do? Act a fool
If the bottles all and your eyes are red
Boy, gon' do? Act a fool

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