Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Rags

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

Homicide an' Feds on the blocks I played, b-ball
when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
'Cause Ray could see the ghetto
Was to stay strong an' I could beat the devil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We devil incarnates, for jail
Shell gas company in South Africa be havin' us killed
Your paper was the death of Christ
An' all shorties comin' up, just resurrect your life
It's like a

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

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

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

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

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

Take one toward him, he takes two towards you
when all else fail, God support you
I it, got God sun on my stomach
My heart an' my lungs was affected an' gettin'

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

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an'
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', still packed, the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or they
An' I'm, enjoyin' life's ride, right