Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I used to hump my at night
The type of silent prayer to make prepare for the light
Me and my Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
And the number got to be my pillows pretend
Now I to every high ranker
But you me how to dream and so I also thank you
I had the courage to approach you at school
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I cool

But I was just coverin' up all the that came bubblin' up
My complexion had me stuck in an rut
Like the time you flavor me
And you me "Yo chuck"
They say, "You're too black", man I think I'm too
Mom do you I'm too black?
I think I'm too black, I I'm too black
I I'm too black, black, black, black, black

Back Stacey, they me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself to myself
I was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A double and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me
I was black the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance at the party
I was Stacey
You thought it wouldn't me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

I used to use bleachin'
'Til madame C.J. Walker into my dreams
I of bein' white and complimented by you
But the only shiny thing that you liked was my shoes
Now, I apologize for up
All the things you said that warped my head and my gut
though I always told you not to
Brag about the that your great grand
Mother was raped by her slave

Yeah, I became too
So it was clear on every level I was than you
I turned you on to X and
Assata Shakur in the three quarter elephant goose the fur
I had the top fade with the steps on the side
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the
I had the skin, name
Belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid Vasco, chicken and waffle

Back Stacey, they me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself 'cause to
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and
A goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me
I was black Stacey the son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and got the dance steps at the party
I was Stacey
You thought it phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

Stic 'em, 'em
Stic 'em, 'em
say, "I'm too black"
say, "I'm too black"
we go

Now here's a little for you, all you baller playa's got
Some too, that you could cover up, bling it up
in and ching ching it up, hope no
One will bring it up, lock it and string it up
Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you Couldn't be rugged and ruff and though you tote a
Glock and hot on the streets
If you to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to it's beat

And you should do that, if nothin' else, to that
A player like you could keep it honest and
Don't mean to your bluff but, mothafucka that's what I do
You got chain then, son, I'm probably talkin' to you
And you can your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew
And you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too
I plan to a whole army by the time that I'm through
To load their guns with songs haven't sung

Like Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself 'cause to
I always was, Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me
I was black the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the
I was Stacey
You thought it wouldn't me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

Back Stacey, called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, they called me Black
Aah Stacey, ooh Black Stacey
Move Black Stacey, Black Stacey
Shake Black Stacey, make Black
No not I