Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I used to my pillow at night
The type of prayer to make myself prepare for the light
Me and my cousin Duce rank the girls between one and ten
And the number got to be my pillows pretend
Now I apologize to every 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 had me stuck in an emotional rut
the time you flavor flaved 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 think I'm too
I I'm too black, black, black, black, black

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

I to use bleachin' creme
'Til madame C.J. walked into my dreams
I dreamt of bein' and complimented by you
But the only shiny black thing you liked was my shoes
Now, I for bottlin' up
All the things you said that warped my head and my gut
Even though I always you not to
Brag about the fact that great grand
Mother was raped by her slave

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

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

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

Now here's a message for you, all you baller playa's got
Some insecurities too, that you could up, bling it up
Cash in and ching it up, hope no
One will bring it up, lock it and string it up
Or you can share your essence with us, 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, we'll nod our heart to beat

And you do that, if nothin' else, to prove that
A player like you could it honest and true
mean 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 call your gang, your posse and the rest of your
And you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too
I plan to have a whole army by the time that I'm
To load their guns songs they haven't sung

Back Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey"
I got to be myself 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka and Paisley
A double and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase 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 it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

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