Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

Where if you wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang bang
I walked in a rest', 'bout to
And people like I had manure on my pants
they purse, checkin' they wallets in the back

And thinkin' I'ma rob em, 'cause I'm in all
Yo, my Corduroys are cuffed a crease down the middle
Snake around my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I don't deal the package of

So the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, my name in your books
Seem like every time I on my Starter cap
And step for a breath of 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
when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get better

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

No what the color
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my dress
(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 buggin' off the way that I'm
Seems everywhere I turn I'm the position
At school I'm gettin' tired of hearin' the same old
Here come the rickety security, me for my earring

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't wanna let me in, because I'm my beeper
And if you're gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer
(I 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme flow
And they're at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)

Yo, put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no
(I got a jacket on my back for the fact I rap
And they heard I was Compton, so they ran they pennies back)

Scared of me for what, no, I wear tux
And if I got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some Chuck
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 don't know what it means
Put on a medallion, now they're down with the team
Penetratin' for a click, first they wouldn't, now switched
But they ain't gettin'
(Ain't a bitch?)

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