Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

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

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

Back Stacey, called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself 'cause to
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it phase me
I was black the preachers' son from Haiti
Who a lot and always got the dance steps at the party
I was Stacey
You thought it phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

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

Yeah, I militant too
So it was clear on level I was blacker than you
I you on to Malcolm X and
Assata Shakur in the three elephant goose with 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, wash Vasco, chicken and waffle

Back Stacey, they me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be 'cause to myself
I always was, Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it phase me
I was black the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance at the party
I was black
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 message for you, all you playa's got
Some insecurities too, that you could up, bling it up
in and ching ching it up, hope no
One will it up, lock it down and string it up
Or you can your essence with us, 'cause everything about you Couldn't be rugged and ruff and even though you tote a
Glock and hot on the streets
If you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to it's

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

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

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