Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You know what's 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', 'bout to
And people like I had manure on my pants
Grabbin' purse, checkin' they wallets in the back

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

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

"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 tell em where I stay, it doesn't get

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

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

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

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

I carry a gun, though 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 or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a 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 pants
I get a chance with the who wouldn't give me a glance

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

Don't go here, don't go there, 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 gotta run a crew

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

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

wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper
And if sportin' gold, then 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 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
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look like the

Wearin' red, black and green, but they don't know what it
Put on a African medallion, now they're down the team
Penetratin' for a click, 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 they didn't like my dress