Luyện nghe bài hát Patti Dooke

Why do we have to cross
Why are niggas always crossing over
And the matter?
accept our music as long
As can't see our faces?
One, two, one, two, you got it

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

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

Just the day I got a starter kit
An M is a terrible to waste
Caught the from the backs of the border of the mind 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 remember my nasal for I sniff
Well, it in the year of '78

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

As I macks a man, your style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'Frigerator
if, how's about, why would?
Never thought that the would bust the jeans

Mash it up, the one with the
mustache the beat, hide it
Deep under sheets, cover hint
all threats but watch out Mr. Jarbage

Jimmy and the Jet, on the pier
I'm known as the
Cultivatin' mate mendin', bendin'
any of my styles to gain a smile

Listen you hear 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 plant bridge crossin' to a larger community
Yet they're soon to see I have a named Luck

A nigga Dres
A groupie named Cassandra caught on the head
Of a baby named Chris, I missed a kid who wreck when sayin'
Afrika and I when 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

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

We to change the cover a little bit
Because we see the big
Negroes and white folks this album

Negroes and white buyin' this album
Everybody's know who this group is
We felt that the picture wasn't as important
As it was we succeed in crossing over

Cross ain't nuthin' but a double cross
you lose our audience
We never gon' get them
He may even try to change our

Let no man put
Severin' the groups I blunder
Cashin' all the on the mic
I might cherry to the bush, Plug Wonder

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

boy, Roy, cannot feel it
But the to try and steal it
Dilute it, it, kill it
I see him infiltratin' to the
And when the leechin' I'ma 'em all in they asses

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

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

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

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

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

of the many paragraphs ago
Walker of the broken calves ago
Phantom of the phrase, black in ways
'Cause I see her through the trenches
Comin' rent my style

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

Y'all, y'all who I am, listen up, son
Peace to my man,
And y'all better your trenches
we runnin' through 'em

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

Tell me
How come they never over to us?
I never seen niggas on Elvis Presley album cover