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 at the top of my fade

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

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

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

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, one mo' time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do body right an' it loves you back
You only get one life, an' yo, of that
I'm still blazin', out for the cause
Still rockin', stockin', not for the waves, obeyin' no
An' like 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' ride, one mo' time

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