Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You know makin' me mad?
Day after day I'm all of this slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna
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 bang
I in a rest', 'bout to order
And people starin' like I had 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 with a crease down the middle
Snake skin around my waist, so my hang a little
But I don't the package of crack

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

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

Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail
A stereotypical
That if you look like me, you run with a crew
when I step upon the scene 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 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 the same old thing
Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my

I don't carry a gun, though they me a threat
I guess I got em by the way that 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 you're 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 wouldn't give me a

A big funny 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 gotta my back, on the alert for a squabble

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

I'm tickin' like a time bomb, ready to
Even in my front
(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 scene
(Somebody tell me goin' on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt to dance to a funky song
Bouncers makin' enemies for minimum
But they're the first ones to run when the club sprayed

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

Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no
(I got a jacket on my back for the that I rap
And they heard I was Compton, so they 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
Tailors to show the whole world it's alright to be
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 they
But they gettin' rich
(Ain't a bitch?)

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