Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I used to hump my pillow at
The type of prayer to make myself prepare for the light
Me and my Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
And the highest number got to be my pretend
Now I to every 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 that came bubblin' up
My complexion had me in an emotional rut
Like the you flavor 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 I'm too black, I think I'm too black
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 dots and
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't me
I was black the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the steps at the party
I was Stacey
You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did I was just a kid

I used to use creme
'Til C.J. Walker walked into my dreams
I dreamt of bein' white and by you
But the shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes
Now, I for bottlin' up
All the little you said that warped my head and my gut
though I always told you not to
Brag about the fact that your grand
Mother was by her slave master

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

Back Stacey, they me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in dots and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it phase me
I was black Stacey the preachers' son 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

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
insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up
Cash in and 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 beat

And you should do that, if else, to prove that
A player like you could keep it and true
Don't mean to call your bluff but, mothafucka that's I do
You got platinum then, son, I'm probably talkin' to you
And you can call your gang, 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 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and
A goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me
I was Stacey 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

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