Luyện nghe bài hát Patti Dooke

Why do we to cross over?
Why are always crossing over somethin'?
And the matter?
They our music as long
As they 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, it's the Dooke

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

the other day I got a starter kit
An M is a thing to waste
Caught the face 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 infiltrates with a Colgate
And all remember my nasal for I frequencies
Well, it started in the of '78

But it's '93 or I say '94?
For my style is more
I said, "Come in", in
Come on, come out my reservoir

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

Mash it up, the one the beard
Mega 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
mate without mendin', bendin'
Compromising any of my styles to a smile

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

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

Runnin' through the trenches,
Runnin' the trenches, what?
Runnin' the trenches
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 change the a little bit
Because we see the big
Negroes and white folks buyin' this

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

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

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

to the fame against hoods
Bridges saggin' to woods under
They be raised with the feminine praise
In conjunction no chocolate in the mix

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

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

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 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 blow up but it won't go pop

I shed and not skin, I ain't from Europe
Afro connects at the root of the retina of the
the word 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 Millie got a
And down with me, wild, of most wild
Born child to the old school soul

of the many paragraphs ago
Walker of the plenty broken ago
Phantom of the phrase, black in many
I see her runnin' through the trenches
Comin' into 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, know who I am, listen up, son
to my man, Premier
And y'all better guard trenches
'Cause we 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 they never cross over to us?
I never seen niggas on Elvis Presley album cover