Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I used to hump my pillow at
The type of silent prayer to make myself for the light
Me and my cousin 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 also you
I never had the to approach you at school
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I cool

But I was just coverin' up all the insecurities that bubblin' up
My complexion had me 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 think I'm too
I I'm too black, I think I'm too black
I I'm too black, black, black, black, black

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 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 black
You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was a kid

I used to use bleachin'
madame C.J. Walker walked into my dreams
I of bein' white and complimented by you
But the shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes
Now, I for bottlin' up
All the little things you said that my head and my gut
Even though I told you not to
Brag about the fact that great grand
was raped by her slave master

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 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, wash Vasco, chicken and waffle

Back Stacey, they 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 wouldn't phase me, but it did I was just 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 message for you, all you 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, 'cause everything you Couldn't be rugged and ruff and even though you tote a
Glock and you're hot on the
If you dare to your heart, we'll nod our heart to it's beat

And you should do that, if else, to prove that
A player like you keep it honest and true
Don't mean to call your but, mothafucka that's what I do
You got platinum chain then, son, I'm probably to you
And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of crew
And while at it get them addicts and the indigent too
I plan to have a whole by the time that I'm through
To load their guns with songs they sung

Like Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka 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 always got the steps at the party
I was Stacey
You it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

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