Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I used to hump my at night
The type of silent to make myself prepare for the light
Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls one and ten
And the highest number got to be my pillows
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 around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool

But I was just coverin' up all the that came bubblin' up
My had me stuck in an emotional rut
Like the time you flavor me
And you me "Yo chuck"
say, "You're too black", man I think I'm too black
Mom do you think I'm too
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 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 Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and got the dance steps 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 dreamt of bein' and complimented by you
But the only shiny black thing that you 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 fact that your great
Mother was raped by her master

Yeah, I became too
So it was clear on level I was blacker than you
I you on to Malcolm X and
Assata Shakur in the quarter 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, acid wash Vasco, chicken and

Back Stacey, called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself to myself
I was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't me
I was black Stacey the son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the
I was Stacey
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 little for you, all you baller playa's got
Some insecurities too, you could cover up, bling it up
Cash in and ching it up, hope no
One bring it up, lock it down 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 dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to beat

And you should do that, if nothin' else, to that
A player like you could keep it and true
Don't mean to your bluff but, mothafucka that's what I do
You got platinum chain then, son, I'm 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 have a whole army by the that I'm through
To load their guns songs they haven't sung

Like Stacey, they 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 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 wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was a kid

Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey"
I got to be myself 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, they called me Black
Aah Stacey, ooh Black Stacey
Move Stacey, groove Black Stacey
Shake Black Stacey, Black Stacey
No not I