Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You know what's makin' me
Day after day I'm all of this slack
Seems you wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked
in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs

Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang
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 are cuffed with a crease down the middle
Snake skin around my waist, so my pants hang a
But I don't deal the of crack

So what's the reason for the looks?
Yo, check my in your books
Seem like every time I slap on my cap
And for a breath of fresh air
I end up up a questionnaire

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

Live in South Central, they you got a jail record
A stereotypical
if you look like me, you gotta run with a crew
'Cause when I upon the scene everybody's gettin' petrol

No matter 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 just like suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

What is this, a I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I turn I'm the position
At school I'm tired of hearin' the same old thing
Here come the rickety security, me for my earring

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

So what tellin' me, is now I'm a crook
Who wrote the book on how a kid in my position's to look?
Get me a fade and a of tight pants
I get a chance with the who wouldn't give me a glance

A big lookin' hat just to cover my naps
A pair of patten shoes might keep me out of scraps
If I made turn, it might save me some trouble
But I gotta watch my back, on the alert for a

go here, don't go there, brothers comin' up missin'
Got a pocket full of money, and I'm getttin' dissed
'Cause it's a scam or a of my life that I'm goin' through
If you dress like me, you run with a crew

I'm like a time bomb, ready to explode
Even in my yard
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' for my dress code
(Alright, fellas, no shoes, no hats, no khakis, alright?)

Let's take a trip to the scene
(Somebody tell me what's on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a funky
Bouncers makin' enemies for wage
But they're the ones to run when the club gets sprayed

wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper
And if sportin' gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer
(I paid 17.50 to a funky rhyme flow
And they're sweatin' at the do' like I entered a fashion show)

Yo, they put a on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no
(I got a jacket on my for the fact that I rap
And they heard I was from Compton, so ran they pennies back)

of me for what, no, I don't wear tux
And if I got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some Chuck
Tailors to the whole world it's alright to be yourself
Should I the way I dress, so I can look like the rest?

Wearin' red, black and green, but they know what it means
Put on a African medallion, now down with the team
Penetratin' for a click, first they wouldn't, now they
But they ain't rich
(Ain't a bitch?)

Go strike a GQ pose, I got in my stroll
So they ban my
(For what?)
they didn't like my dress code