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 hair, with dreads at the top of my fade

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

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

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

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, 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 stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, enjoyin' life's ride, right

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

There's still a lot of crawlin' in the carpet
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

Beat street breakers were to the music I chose
An' Peachtree Atlantic heads was tootin' they
In frozen of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
an' double

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

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

The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's bustin', still packed, what's 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 lied to, buyin' hair products
Back before my generation, when our blackness disintegratin'
'Til started penetratin'

The styles come from prison, they potatoes makin' liquor
Just to we some creative
Turnin' nothin' into somethin', is God
An' you get nothin' struggle an' hard work

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

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

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

The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels 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 are back, fitted 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,