Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

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

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

So what's the reason for the looks?
Yo, my name in your books
Seem like every time I slap on my cap
And step for a breath of air
I end up up a questionnaire

"What's your name?" "Where goin?"
"Yo, gang are you from?"
They tell me "Don't get smart" and so I dumb
'Cause I tell 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
when I step upon the scene everybody's gettin' petrol

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

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

What is this, a I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I I'm assumin' the position
At I'm gettin' tired 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 guess I got em scared by the way that I
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of

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

A big lookin' hat just to cover my naps
A pair of patten leather 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

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

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

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

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

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

Scared of me for what, no, I don't tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some
Tailors to show the whole world it's to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look the rest?

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

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