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 era, in my pants
Yeah, X Clan hair, with at the top of my fade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We devil incarnates, for jail
Where Shell gas company in Africa be havin' us killed
Your paper money was the death of
An' all these comin' up, just 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 drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still life's ride, one mo' time

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

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

The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin'
Just to we some creative
Turnin' nothin' somethin', is God work
An' you get nothin' struggle an' hard work

War is to my in chains
Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah, it's wrong, but God

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

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

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 enjoyin' life's ride, one mo'

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 life's ride, right