Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I used to my pillow at night
The of silent prayer to make myself 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 apologize to high ranker
But you taught me how to dream and so I thank you
I never had the to approach you at school
We around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool

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

Back Stacey, called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be 'cause 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 Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the
I was black
You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did I was just a kid

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

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

Stacey, they 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 wouldn't me
I was black Stacey the preachers' son 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

'em, stic '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 baller got
Some insecurities too, that you could 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 essence with us, 'cause everything about you Couldn't be rugged and ruff and even though you tote a
and you're hot on the streets
If you dare to share your heart, nod our heart to it's beat

And you do that, if nothin' else, to prove that
A like you could keep it honest and true
Don't to call 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 while you're at it get them addicts and the too
I plan to have a whole army by the that I'm through
To load their guns with songs haven't sung

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

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