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 thangs

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

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

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

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

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

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

(That's why they dress like suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

What is this, a prison? I'm buggin' off the way that I'm
Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the
At school I'm gettin' tired of hearin' the old thing
Here the rickety security, sweatin me for my earring

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

So you're 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 the girls who wouldn't give me a glance

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

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

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

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

wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper
And if you're sportin' gold, then you gotta be a dope
(I paid 17.50 to hear a funky 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 back for the 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 ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in Chuck
Tailors to show the whole world it's to be yourself
Should I the way I dress, so I can look like the rest?

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

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