Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You what's makin' me mad?
Day after day I'm catchin' all of slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you jacked
'Cause in the '90s, y'all, 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', 'bout to
And people starin' like I had on my pants
Grabbin' they purse, they wallets in the back

And thinkin' rob em, 'cause I'm in all black
Yo, my are cuffed with a crease down the middle
Snake skin my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I don't deal the package of

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

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

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

No what 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 like suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

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

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

So what tellin' me, is now I'm a crook
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 who wouldn't give me a glance

A big funny lookin' hat just to cover my
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 alert for a

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

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

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

wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper
And if you're sportin' gold, then you gotta be a dealer
(I 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme flow
And sweatin' at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)

Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my
My to the back, so I must 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)

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

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

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