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, you wanna jacked
'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these got a set of them thangs

Where if you wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang bang
I walked in a rest', 'bout to
And starin' like I had manure on my pants
Grabbin' purse, checkin' they wallets in the back

And thinkin' I'ma rob em, 'cause I'm in all
Yo, my Corduroys are with a crease down the middle
Snake skin around my waist, so my pants a little
But I don't the package of crack

So the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my in your books
Seem like every time I slap on my 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?"
They 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 jail
A attitude
That if you like me, you gotta run with a crew
'Cause I step upon the scene everybody's gettin' petrol

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

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

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

I don't carry a gun, though they consider me a
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 meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's

So what tellin' me, is now I'm a crook
Who wrote the book on how a kid in my position's to look?
Get me a fade and a pair of tight
I get a chance with the girls who give me a glance

A big funny lookin' hat to cover my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes 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 a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin' through
If you like me, you gotta run with a crew

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

take a trip to the club scene
(Somebody me what's goin' on)
You gotta wear a shirt just to dance to a funky song
Bouncers makin' for minimum wage
But they're the first ones to run 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 paid 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme
And they're at the do' like 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 be up to no good
(I got a jacket on my back for the fact I rap
And they heard I was from Compton, so 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 Chuck
to show the whole world it's alright to be yourself
Should I 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 they're down the team
Penetratin' for a click, first they wouldn't, now switched
But they ain't gettin'
(Ain't a bitch?)

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