Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You know makin' me mad?
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 walked in a rest', to order
And people starin' like I had manure on my
Grabbin' they purse, checkin' wallets in the back

And thinkin' rob em, 'cause I'm in all black
Yo, my Corduroys are cuffed a crease down the middle
Snake skin my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I deal the package of crack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So what you're tellin' me, is now I'm a
Who wrote the on how a kid in my position's supposed to look?
Get me a fade and a pair of tight
I get a with the girls 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 that turn, it save me some trouble
But I gotta my back, on the alert for a squabble

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 gotta run with a

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

wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper
And if you're sportin' gold, then you be a dope dealer
(I paid 17.50 to hear a rhyme flow
And sweatin' 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 that I rap
And they heard I was from Compton, so they ran they back)

Scared of me for what, no, I don't tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some
Tailors to the whole world it's alright to be yourself
I change 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 down with the team
Penetratin' for a click, first 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?)
they didn't like my dress code