Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

Where if you wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang bang
I walked in a rest', to order
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 Corduroys are cuffed with a crease the middle
Snake skin around my waist, so my pants a little
But I deal the package of crack

So what's the reason for the looks?
Yo, my name in your 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 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

in South Central, they assume you got a jail record
A attitude
That if you look me, you gotta run with a crew
'Cause 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 dress like suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

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

I don't carry a gun, though consider me a threat
I guess I got em scared by the way that I
Unlike you I couldn't afford to 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 supposed to
Get me a fade and a pair of pants
I get a chance the girls who wouldn't give me a glance

A big funny lookin' hat just to my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes keep me out of scraps
If I that turn, it might save me some trouble
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 of money, and I'm still getttin' dissed
'Cause it's a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin'
If you dress me, you gotta run with a crew

I'm tickin' like a time bomb, to explode
in my front 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 scene
(Somebody tell me what's on)
You gotta wear a silk just to dance to a funky song
Bouncers makin' for minimum wage
But they're the first ones to run the club gets sprayed

Don't wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my
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 entered a 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 on my back 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 ever got a Grammy, man, I'd 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 like the

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

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