Luyện nghe bài hát Black Stacey

I used to my pillow at night
The type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the
Me and my cousin Duce would the girls between one and ten
And the number got to be my pillows pretend
Now I to every high ranker
But you me how to dream and so I also thank you
I never had the courage to you at school
We around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool

But I was just up all the insecurities that came bubblin' up
My complexion had me stuck in an rut
Like the you flavor flaved me
And you me "Yo chuck"
They say, "You're too black", man I I'm too black
Mom do you I'm too black?
I think I'm too black, I I'm too black
I think I'm too black, black, black, black,

Back Stacey, they me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and
A double goose and 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 'cause I was a kid

I to use bleachin' creme
'Til C.J. Walker walked into my dreams
I dreamt of white and complimented by you
But the only shiny thing that you liked was my shoes
Now, I apologize for up
All the things 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 militant 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 high top 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, and waffle

Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey"
I never got to be myself 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 son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and got the dance steps at the party
I was Stacey
You it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

'em, stic '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
Some insecurities too, that you could cover up, it up
in and ching 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 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 like you keep it honest and true
Don't mean to call your bluff but, mothafucka what I do
You got platinum chain then, son, I'm talkin' to you
And you can call your gang, your posse and the of your crew
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 with songs they haven't

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 got the dance steps at the party
I was black
You thought it phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid

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