Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

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

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

So what's the reason for the dirty
Yo, my name in your 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 doesn't get

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

No matter what the
(What's up?)
I'm sweated for my dress 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 off the way that I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I turn I'm 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, they consider me a threat
I guess I got em scared by the way that I
Unlike you I couldn't afford to at Macy's or Penny's
So off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's

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

A big funny lookin' hat just to cover my
A pair of patten 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 for a squabble

go here, don't go there, brothers comin' up missin'
Got a full of money, and I'm still getttin' dissed
'Cause it's a or a phase of my life 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 gettin' 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 just to dance to a funky song
Bouncers makin' enemies for wage
But they're the first ones to run when the club sprayed

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

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

of me for what, no, I don't wear tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd in some Chuck
to show the whole 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 African medallion, now they're with the team
Penetratin' for a click, 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 they ban my
(For what?)
'Cause didn't like my dress code