Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Rags

Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, in my
Yeah, X Clan hair, dreads at the top of my fade

Homicide an' Feds on the blocks where I played,
That's when I wondered was I for the cause, or be-cause
Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong an' I could the devil

'Cause yo, I used to Apollo Balcony seats
swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemical
Acuras pumpin' Super Lover Cee an'

Live chicks be, bustin' out of clothes
Wearin' lip gloss, big door pealin' they earlobes
So where them years go? Where the old beers an' cheers go?
But now them here doe, so

The doo rags are back, hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the
The stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still life's ride, one mo' time

The doo rags are back, hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride,

thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull
In army boots, yellin, "Join the forces"
We the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes

There's still a lot of crawlin' in the offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they us
They won't be the beast too long
The murderers wearin' police uniforms, confederate flags I

Beat street breakers were dancin' to the music I
An' Peachtree heads was tootin' they nose
In corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
With an'

We devil incarnates, headed for
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be us killed
paper money was the death of Christ
An' all these shorties comin' up, resurrect your life
It's a cycle

The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo'

The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or they
An' I'm, still life's ride, right

to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
That's when we were lied to, hair products
before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin'
'Til awareness penetratin'

The styles come prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor
Just to we some creative
Turnin' nothin' into somethin', is God
An' you get without struggle an' hard work

War is necessary to my in
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm y'all to know one thing
The thing is to forgive, but God does
Even if you or robbed, yeah, it's wrong, but God loves

Take one step toward him, he takes two you
Even when all else fail, God you
I it, got God sun on my stomach
My heart an' my was affected from an' gettin'

Do your body right an' it loves you
You get one life, an' yo, because of that
I'm still blazin', out for the cause
rockin', stockin', not for the waves, obeyin' no laws
An' like that

The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo'

The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, the word?
The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still life's ride, right