Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I used to hump my 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 highest got to be my pillows pretend
Now I apologize to high ranker
But you taught me how to dream and so I also you
I had the courage to approach you at school
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed

But I was just coverin' up all the insecurities came bubblin' up
My complexion had me in an emotional rut
Like the time you flavor 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 I'm too black, black, black, black, black

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 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 phase me, but it did I was just a kid

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

Yeah, I militant 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 the steps on the side
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the
I had the sheep skin,
Belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid Vasco, chicken and waffle

Back Stacey, called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka and Paisley
A goose 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 Stacey
You thought it wouldn't me, but it did 'cause 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 baller got
Some insecurities too, 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 share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you be rugged and ruff and even though you tote a
and you're hot on the streets
If you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our to it's beat

And you should do that, if nothin' else, to prove
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 rest of your
And while you're at it get them and the indigent too
I to have a whole army by the time 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 to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't me
I was black 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 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, they me Black Stacey
Aah Stacey, ooh Black Stacey
Move Black Stacey, groove Black
Shake Stacey, make Black Stacey
No not I