Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You know makin' me mad?
Day after day I'm all of this slack
Seems you gotta a suit, unless you wanna jacked
'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these got a set of them thangs

Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang
I walked in a rest', to order
And people starin' like I had on my pants
Grabbin' they purse, checkin' they wallets in the

And thinkin' I'ma rob em, 'cause I'm in all
Yo, my Corduroys are cuffed with a crease the middle
Snake skin my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I deal the package of crack

So the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my in your books
Seem like time I slap on my Starter cap
And for a breath of fresh air
I end up fillin' up a

"What's your name?" "Where goin?"
"Yo, what are you from?"
tell me "Don't get smart" and so I play dumb
'Cause when I em where I stay, it doesn't get better

Live in South Central, they assume you got a record
A stereotypical
That if you look like me, you run with a crew
'Cause when I step upon the everybody's gettin' petrol

No matter what the
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my dress
(Wear a shirt and tie and run the creeps)

(That's why dress just like suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

What is this, a prison? I'm buggin' off the way that I'm
everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position
At school I'm gettin' of hearin' the same old thing
Here come the rickety security, me for my earring

I don't carry a gun, they consider me a threat
I I got em scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh of Dickey's

So what you're tellin' me, is now I'm a
Who wrote the book on how a kid in my position's supposed to
Get me a fade and a pair of tight
I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't me a glance

A big funny hat just to cover my naps
A pair of patten shoes might keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it might save me some
But I watch my back, on the alert for a squabble

go here, don't go there, brothers comin' up missin'
Got a pocket full of money, and I'm still dissed
'Cause it's a scam or a phase of my life that I'm through
If you dress like me, you run with a crew

I'm tickin' like a bomb, ready to explode
Even in my yard
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my code
(Alright, fellas, no shoes, no hats, no khakis, alright?)

Let's take a to the club scene
(Somebody me what's goin' on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a song
Bouncers enemies for minimum wage
But they're the first ones to run when the club gets

Don't wanna let me in, I'm wearin' my beeper
And if you're sportin' gold, then you gotta be a dealer
(I paid 17.50 to a funky rhyme flow
And they're sweatin' at the do' I just entered a fashion show)

Yo, they put a on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no
(I got a jacket on my back for the that I rap
And heard I was from Compton, so they ran they pennies back)

Scared of me for what, no, I wear tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some
Tailors to show the whole world it's alright to be
I change the way I dress, so I can look like the rest?

Wearin' red, black and green, but they know what it means
Put on a African medallion, now down with the team
Penetratin' for a click, first wouldn't, now they switched
But they ain't rich
(Ain't a bitch?)

Go strike a GQ pose, I got soul in my
So ban my video
(For what?)
'Cause they didn't my dress code