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 jacked
in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs

Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gang bang
I walked in a rest', 'bout to
And people starin' like I had manure on my
Grabbin' they purse, checkin' they wallets in the

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

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

"What's name?" "Where you're goin?"
"Yo, gang are you from?"
tell 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 when I upon the scene everybody's gettin' petrol

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

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

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

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

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

A big funny hat just to cover my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes 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

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

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

Let's take a trip to the club
(Somebody me what's goin' on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a song
Bouncers makin' for minimum wage
But they're the first to run when the club gets sprayed

Don't wanna let me in, I'm wearin' my beeper
And if you're gold, then you gotta 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 hat's to the back, so I must be up to no
(I got a on my back for the fact that I rap
And they heard I was from Compton, so they ran pennies back)

Scared of me for what, no, I wear tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd in some Chuck
Tailors to show the whole it's alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look the rest?

red, black and green, but they don't know what it means
Put on a African medallion, now they're down with the
for a click, first 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 they didn't my dress code