Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Rags

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

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

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

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

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 life's ride, one mo' time

The doo are back, fitted 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 suits persuade us to pull
In army boots, yellin, "Join the forces"
We the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of fortunes

There's still a lot of in the carpet offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they us
They be servin' the beast too long
The wearin' police uniforms, confederate flags I burn

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

We incarnates, headed for jail
Where Shell gas company in Africa be havin' us killed
Your paper money was the of Christ
An' all these shorties comin' up, just your life
like a cycle

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

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

The styles from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor
Just to prove we creative
Turnin' nothin' somethin', is God work
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 step toward him, he takes two you
Even when all fail, God support you
I done it, got God sun on my
My heart an' my lungs was affected from an'

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

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

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