Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You know makin' me mad?
Day day I'm catchin' all of this slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna
'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these got a set of them thangs

Where if you ain't a three-piece suit, you gotta gang bang
I in a rest', 'bout to order
And people starin' 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 down the
Snake skin around my waist, so my pants a little
But I don't the package of crack

So what's the reason for the looks?
Yo, check my name in books
Seem like every 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, what are you from?"
They 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, they you got a jail record
A stereotypical
That if you look me, you gotta run with a crew
'Cause when I step the scene everybody's gettin' petrol

No matter what the
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my 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 I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the
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 consider me a threat
I I got em scared 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 swap for a fresh pair of Dickey's

So what you're tellin' me, is now I'm a
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 with the girls who wouldn't give me a glance

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

Don't go here, don't go there, brothers comin' up
Got a pocket full of money, and I'm still getttin'
'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 bomb, ready to explode
in my front yard
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my code
(Alright, fellas, no shoes, no hats, no khakis, alright?)

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

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

Yo, they put a on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My to the back, so I must be up to no good
(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 world it's alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look like the

Wearin' red, and green, but they don't know what it means
Put on a medallion, now they're down with the team
Penetratin' for a click, first they wouldn't, now they
But they ain't gettin'
(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