Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I used to my pillow at night
The type of silent prayer to myself prepare for the light
Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls one and ten
And the number got to be my pillows pretend
Now I apologize to every high
But you taught me how to dream and so I thank you
I never had the courage to you at school
We joked around a lot and I know you I dressed cool

But I was just up all the insecurities that came 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 I'm too black
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

Back Stacey, called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself 'cause to
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and
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 black
You it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

I used to use creme
'Til madame C.J. Walker walked my dreams
I dreamt of bein' white and by you
But the only shiny black thing that you liked was my
Now, I for bottlin' 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 master

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

Back Stacey, they me, "Black Stacey"
I got to be myself 'cause to myself
I always was, Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you it wouldn't phase me
I was black the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and got the dance steps 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 a little message for you, all you baller playa's got
Some insecurities too, that you 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 even though you a
Glock and hot on the streets
If you dare to share heart, we'll nod our heart to it's beat

And you should do that, if nothin' else, to prove
A player like you could it honest and true
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 call your gang, your posse and the rest of your
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 guns with they haven't sung

Back Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey"
I got to be myself 'cause to myself
I always was, Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you it wouldn't phase me
I was black Stacey the 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

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