Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I used to hump my at night
The type of prayer to make myself prepare for the light
Me and my cousin Duce would the girls between one and ten
And the highest number got to be my pretend
Now I apologize to high ranker
But you taught me how to dream and so I thank 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 came up
My complexion had me stuck in an rut
Like the time you flaved me
And you me "Yo chuck"
say, "You're too black", man I think I'm too black
Mom do you I'm too black?
I I'm too black, I think I'm too black
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 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 got the dance steps at the party
I was black
You thought it phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

I used to use creme
'Til madame C.J. walked into my dreams
I of bein' white and complimented by you
But the only shiny 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
Mother was raped by her master

Yeah, I became too
So it was clear on every I was blacker than you
I turned you on to X and
Assata Shakur in the three quarter goose with 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 skin, name
Belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid Vasco, chicken and waffle

Back Stacey, they me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself 'cause to
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka and Paisley
A double and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me
I was black the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the steps at the party
I was black
You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 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 for you, all you baller playa's got
Some insecurities too, that you could cover up, it up
Cash in and ching it up, hope no
One will bring it up, it down and string it up
Or you can share your essence us, 'cause everything about you Couldn't be rugged and ruff and even though you tote a
Glock and you're hot on the
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 you could keep it honest and true
Don't mean to your bluff but, mothafucka that's what I do
You got platinum then, son, I'm probably talkin' to you
And you can call your gang, your posse and the of your crew
And while at it get them addicts and the indigent too
I plan to have a whole army by the time I'm through
To their guns with songs they 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 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 steps at the party
I was black
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 myself to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, they me Black Stacey
Aah Black Stacey, ooh Stacey
Black Stacey, groove Black Stacey
Shake Stacey, make Black Stacey
No not I