Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

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

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

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

"What's your name?" "Where goin?"
"Yo, gang are you from?"
They me "Don't get smart" and so I play dumb
'Cause when I tell em where I stay, it 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
'Cause I step upon the scene everybody's gettin' petrol

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

(That's why they dress 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 the position
At school I'm gettin' of hearin' the same old thing
Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my

I don't a gun, though they consider me a threat
I guess I got em scared by the way I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or
So it's off to the swap meet for a 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 with the girls who wouldn't me a glance

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

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

I'm tickin' a time bomb, ready to explode
in my front 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 goin' on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a song
Bouncers enemies for minimum wage
But they're the first to run when the club gets sprayed

wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper
And if you're gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer
(I paid 17.50 to a funky rhyme flow
And sweatin' at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)

Yo, put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My to the back, so I must be up to no good
(I got a on my back for the fact that I rap
And they heard I was Compton, so they 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 alright to be
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look 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 ain't gettin' rich
(Ain't a bitch?)

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