Luyện nghe bài hát Fool Get A Clue

Yo wake up it's the 'D' up in here
With the Spooks and we 'bout to drop it on y'all
Y'all get a clue
get a clue, get a clue, get a clue

Now everybody wanna tell who to be with
Really doesn't matter to me long as I miss that shit
And AIDS ain't the end of the world girls and us do kinky
And there's way to muff without the fluids

Never hide the truth if my and hair is sacred
Then why we can't be in public
It's totally like sex is but this is
A law that had to be made by men itty bitty penises

The streets of this world are my playground I explore them
Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them I don't them
They way that you know who be he want me to hate like he
But I got too poo, poo with me

get a clue it's a new game
Can't be on you I go my own way
gonna play with who they wanna play with
People gonna always lay who they wanna lay with

it's the B, L, A, C, K to the S, P double O, K
It don't what another man say
I'm still do it all my way
'Cause I'm slick like C-Bo's

I wanna be down with yo gross click
I just snap photo flicks
With a freaky little trick puffin sticks
I can live as dirt road hicks

I can make three two make six
Cut with verbal scrapes and
I'm as ill as with dicks
Scuff my kicks I'm bustin'

Openin' up like Vicks
Purchase ism by the
Plus I brick hoes I picks
All in yo mix as I ease

Like Vix be greasin' dicks
I be skeezin' chicks when the season
I be makin' tricks itch like and ticks
I swoop low and on tricks

I've got my own prefix
I'll stop twitchin' where's my
I gonna shit up like Twix

Fool get a it's a new game
Can't be on you I go my own way
gonna play with who they wanna play with
People gonna always lay with who they lay with

Fool get a clue a new game
be trippin' on you I go my own way
Players gonna with who they wanna play with
People gonna always lay with who they lay with

You want me to want you want
(I go my own way)
You me to be like you be
(I go my own way)

You want me to like you be trippin'
(I go my own way)
go my own way
(I go my own way)

Maybe it your flava but I'm gettin' wit it
you wouldn't be seen wit it yo but I'm splittin' wit it
Maybe it ain't your style or shape but I'm hittin' it
You me to hate what you hate
But quit it forget it, I ain't wit it

This country tis of
me how to bring the groceries
Now I'm crazy just I'm supposed to be
Smokin' my mentality
Sex, money and drugs the most to me

Murderin' mothafuckas ain't a to me
And I'ma keep 'G'
Hold on blood hold on
You keep holdin' on
You gotta on fightin'