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
That was a era, in my pants
Yeah, X Clan hair, with at the top of my fade

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

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

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

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

The doo rags are back, hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the
The stay 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 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 in a barrel, they torture us
won't be servin' the beast too long
The murderers wearin' police uniforms, flags I burn

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

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

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

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

The styles from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor
Just to prove we creative
Turnin' nothin' somethin', is God work
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 hardest thing is to forgive, but God
Even if you or robbed, yeah, it's wrong, but God loves

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 an' my lungs was affected from an' gettin'

Do your body an' it loves 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 rags are back, hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', packed, what's 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