Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You what's makin' me mad?
Day day I'm catchin' all of this slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you jacked
in the '90s, y'all, these fools 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' I had manure on my pants
Grabbin' they purse, checkin' they in the back

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

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

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

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

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

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

is this, a prison? I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I turn I'm the position
At school I'm gettin' tired of hearin' the same old
Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my

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

So what you're me, is now I'm a crook
Who the book on how a kid in my position's supposed to look?
Get me a and a pair of tight pants
I get a with the girls who wouldn't give 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 turn, it might save me some trouble
But I gotta watch my back, on the for a squabble

Don't go here, don't go there, brothers up missin'
Got a full of money, and I'm still getttin' 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 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 trip to the scene
(Somebody tell me goin' on)
You gotta wear a silk just to dance to a funky song
Bouncers makin' for minimum wage
But they're the first ones to run the club gets sprayed

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

Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my
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 they 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 alright to be yourself
Should I the way I dress, so I can look like the rest?

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

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