Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gang bang
I walked in a rest', to order
And people starin' like I had manure on my
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 around my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I deal the package of crack

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

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

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

No what the color
(What's up?)
I'm sweated for my dress code
(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 that I'm
Seems I turn I'm assumin' the position
At I'm gettin' tired of hearin' the same old thing
Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my

I carry a gun, though they consider me a threat
I guess I got em by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh of Dickey's

So what you're tellin' me, is now I'm a
Who the book on how a kid in my position's supposed 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 lookin' hat just to cover my naps
A pair of leather shoes might keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it might save me some
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 dissed
it's a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin' through
If you dress like me, you run with a crew

I'm tickin' a time bomb, ready to explode
Even in my 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 me what's goin' on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a song
Bouncers makin' enemies for minimum
But they're the first ones to run when the club gets

wanna 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 sweatin' 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 that I rap
And they I was from Compton, so they ran they pennies back)

Scared of me for what, no, I wear tux
And if I got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some Chuck
Tailors to show the whole world alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look the rest?

Wearin' red, and green, but they don't know what it means
Put on a African medallion, now they're with 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 soul in my
So ban my video
(For what?)
'Cause they didn't like my dress