Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

Where if you ain't wearin' a suit, you gotta gang bang
I in a rest', 'bout to order
And starin' like I had manure on my pants
Grabbin' they purse, they wallets in the back

And thinkin' rob em, 'cause I'm in all black
Yo, my Corduroys are with a crease down the middle
Snake skin my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I don't deal the of crack

So the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my name in books
Seem like time I slap on my Starter 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?"
tell me "Don't get smart" and so I play dumb
'Cause when I tell em I stay, it doesn't get better

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

No what the color
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my code
(Wear a shirt and tie and run the creeps)

(That's why dress 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 assumin' the
At school I'm gettin' of hearin' the same old thing
Here the rickety security, sweatin 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 Macy's or
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh of Dickey's

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

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

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

I'm tickin' like a time bomb, to explode
Even in my front
(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 to a funky song
Bouncers makin' enemies for wage
But they're the first ones to run the club gets sprayed

Don't wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my
And if you're sportin' gold, then you gotta be a dealer
(I paid 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme
And they're at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)

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

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

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

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