Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Rags

Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, in my
Yeah, X Clan hair, with at the top of my fade

Homicide an' Feds on the blocks where I played,
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or
Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong an' I could the devil

'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo Balcony
Watchin' swing razors in the front row, then out in the
The car show, 560's, afros
Acuras pumpin' Super Cee an' Casanova

chicks be, bustin' out of they clothes
Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers pealin' they
So where them years go? Where the old gold an' cheers go?
But now shorties here doe, so

The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the
The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time

The doo rags are back, hats, snorkels an' furs
Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, enjoyin' life's ride, right

Political thugs in shark persuade us to pull
In boots, yellin, "Join the armed forces"
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated
Needles in arms of veterans of bigger fortunes

There's still a lot of crawlin' in the offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, torture us
won't be servin' the beast too long
The wearin' police uniforms, confederate flags I burn

Beat street breakers dancin' to the music I chose
An' Peachtree Atlantic heads was they nose
In frozen corners of Chicago, up Llama's children
With an'

We devil incarnates, headed for
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be us killed
Your paper money was the of Christ
An' all these comin' up, just resurrect your life
It's a cycle

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', packed, what's the word?
The stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, enjoyin' life's ride, one mo' time

The doo rags are back, hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, the word?
The stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' ride, right

Used to wear rags on they when it was fried up
That's when we were lied to, buyin' hair
Back before my generation, our blackness started disintegratin'
'Til started penetratin'

The styles come from prison, they potatoes makin' liquor
to prove we some creative
Turnin' nothin' somethin', is God work
An' you get nothin' without struggle an' work

War is to my in chains
Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing
The hardest is to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah, wrong, but God loves

one step toward him, he takes two towards you
Even when all else fail, God you
I done it, got God sun on my
My an' my lungs was affected from an' gettin'

Do your body an' it loves you back
You get one life, an' yo, because of that
I'm blazin', goin' out for the cause
Still rockin', stockin', not for the waves, obeyin' no
An' it's that

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo'

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an'
Riker's Island bustin', packed, what's the word?
The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' ride, right