Luyện nghe bài hát Patti Dooke

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

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

Runnin' through the trenches,
Runnin' through the trenches,
Runnin' the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, the Patti what?
through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the 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 play 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 sniff
Well, it in the year of '78

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

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

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

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

while you hear it, there's no pink in my slip
I reckon that the 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 nigga named
A named Cassandra caught bobbin' on the head
Of a baby named Chris, I a kid who caught wreck when sayin'
Afrika and I when B's on the set

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

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

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

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

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

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

Funk to the against hoods
saggin' to woods down under
They can't be with the feminine praise
In conjunction no chocolate in the mix

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

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

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 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 blow up but it go pop
It might blow up but it go pop

I shed light and not skin, I from Europe
connects at the root of the retina of the third
Mums the word when ya blind, baby, to the fact

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

Talker of the paragraphs ago
Walker of the plenty calves ago
Phantom of the phrase, black in many
'Cause I see her runnin' the trenches
Comin' into rent my

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

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

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

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