Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 just like suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

What is this, a I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I I'm assumin' the position
At school I'm gettin' tired of hearin' the old thing
Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my

I don't carry a gun, though they consider me a
I I got em scared by the way that I dress
you I couldn't afford 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 the book on how a kid in my position's supposed to look?
Get me a fade and a of tight pants
I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't give me a

A big funny lookin' hat just to cover my
A pair of patten leather shoes 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 of money, and I'm still getttin' dissed
'Cause it's a scam or a phase of my that I'm goin' through
If you like me, you gotta run with a crew

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

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

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

Yo, they put a on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I 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 whole it's alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look like the

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

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