Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You know what's makin' me
Day after day I'm all of this slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, you wanna jacked
'Cause in the '90s, y'all, fools 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' 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 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 the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my name in your
Seem like time I slap on my Starter cap
And step for a of fresh air
I end up up a questionnaire

"What's your name?" "Where goin?"
"Yo, what 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 attitude
if you look like me, you gotta run with a crew
'Cause when I step upon the everybody's gettin' petrol

No matter the color
(What's up?)
I'm sweated for my dress 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 buggin' off the way I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the
At school I'm gettin' tired of hearin' the old thing
come the rickety security, sweatin me for my earring

I don't carry a gun, though consider me a threat
I I got em scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a pair 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 and a pair of tight pants
I get a with the girls 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 alert for a

Don't go here, don't go there, comin' up missin'
Got a pocket full of money, and I'm still getttin'
'Cause a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin' through
If you dress like me, you gotta run 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?)

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

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

Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to 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)

of me for what, no, I don't wear tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some
Tailors to show the world 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 they don't know it means
Put on a African medallion, now they're with the team
Penetratin' for a click, first they wouldn't, now they
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?)
'Cause didn't like my dress code