Luyện nghe bài hát Patti Dooke

Why do we have to over?
Why are always crossing over somethin'?
And the matter?
They accept our as long
As they see our faces?
One, two, one, two, you got it

Runnin' through the trenches,
through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the what?
through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's

through the trenches, what?
Runnin' the trenches, what?
through the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the what?
Runnin' the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Dooke

Just the day I got a starter kit
An M is a thing to waste
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the state
I control to a fraud

Nah, it ain't happenin', to make it even
Robbin' and theivin' is one who with a Colgate frown
And all my nasal for I sniff frequencies
Well, it started in the of '78

But '93 or should I say '94?
For my style is much
I said, "Come in", in
on, come out into my reservoir

As I macks a man, your bastard has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'Frigerator
What if, about, why would?
Never thought that the napalm would bust the

it up, the one with the beard
Mega the beat, hide it
under sheets, cover this hint
Hostin' all threats but watch out Mr.

Jimmy and the Jet, standin' on the
I'm as the farmer
Cultivatin' without mendin', bendin'
any of my styles to gain a smile

Listen while you it, there's no pink in my slip
I that the rhythm and the blues and the rap got me red
While the boys from Tommy plant bridge crossin' to a community
Yet they're soon to see I have a named Luck

A named Dres
A groupie named caught bobbin' on the head
Of a baby named Chris, I a kid who caught wreck when sayin'
Afrika and I Sammy B's on the set

Runnin' through the trenches,
through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the
the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's

Prevention against M.C.'s
Prevention against M.C.'s
Prevention sucka M.C.'s
And now, prevention sucka M.C.'s

We decided to the cover a little bit
we see the big picture
Negroes and white folks buyin' this

Negroes and white buyin' this album
Everybody's gonna who this group is
We just felt that the picture as important
As it was that we succeed in crossing

over ain't nuthin' but a double cross
Once you lose our
We never get them back
He may even try to our sound

Let no man put
the groups I never blunder
Cashin' all the on the mic
I might to the bush, brand Plug Wonder

Funk to the fame against
Bridges saggin' to down under
They can't be raised with the feminine
In conjunction no chocolate in the mix

White boy, Roy, cannot it
But the to try and steal it
it, pollute it, kill it
I see him to the masses
And when the leechin' shoot 'em all in they asses

Runnin' through the trenches,
Runnin' through the trenches,
through the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the what?
Runnin' the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's

It blow up but it won't go pop
It blow up but it won't go pop
It blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it go pop

It might up but it won't go pop
It blow up but it won't go pop
It blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it go pop

I shed and not skin, I ain't from Europe
Afro at the root of the retina of the third
Mums the when ya blind, baby, blind to the fact

Don't rest the so I don't own a gat
But respect is clear crystal 'cause got a pistol
And down with me, wild, of most wild
Born child to the old legitimate soul

Talker of the paragraphs ago
of the plenty broken calves ago
Phantom of the phrase, black in ways
'Cause I see her runnin' through the
Comin' into my style

I'm not the one to with
I'm you out
I'm not the one to fuck wit so check it

Y'all, y'all who I am, listen up, son
to my man, Premier
And y'all better guard your
'Cause we runnin' 'em

Do it, fluid, mess up my
Do it, fluid, mess up my
Do it, fluid, up my mind
Do it, fluid, mess up my
Do it, fluid, mess up my

me somethin'?
How they never cross over to us?
I seen five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover