Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You know what's makin' me
Day after day I'm catchin' all of slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna
'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 walked in a rest', to order
And starin' like I had manure on my pants
Grabbin' they purse, checkin' wallets in the back

And thinkin' 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 your
Seem like every time I on my Starter cap
And step for a of fresh air
I end up up a questionnaire

"What's name?" "Where you're goin?"
"Yo, what 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

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

No matter the color
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my 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 off the way that I'm livin'
Seems I turn I'm assumin' the position
At I'm gettin' tired of hearin' the same old thing
Here come the security, sweatin me for my earring

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

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

A big funny hat just to cover my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes might keep me out of
If I made that turn, it save me some trouble
But I watch 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 life I'm goin' through
If you dress like me, you gotta run with a

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?)

take a trip to the club scene
(Somebody me what's goin' 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 be a dope dealer
(I paid 17.50 to hear a funky flow
And they're sweatin' at the do' like I just a fashion show)

Yo, they put a on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My to the back, so I must be up to no good
(I got a jacket on my for the fact that I rap
And they I was from 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 in some Chuck
Tailors to show the world it's alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look the rest?

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

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