Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

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

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

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

"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 I stay, it doesn't get better

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

No matter 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 just suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

is this, a prison? I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the
At school I'm tired of hearin' the same old thing
Here come the security, sweatin me for my earring

I don't carry a gun, though they consider me a
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 meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's

So what you're me, is now I'm a crook
Who the book 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 my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes keep me out of scraps
If I that turn, it might save me some trouble
But I gotta my back, on the alert for a squabble

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

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

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

wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper
And if you're sportin' gold, you gotta be a dope dealer
(I paid 17.50 to hear a rhyme flow
And they're sweatin' at the do' 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 be up to no good
(I got a jacket on my for the fact that I rap
And they heard I was Compton, so they ran they pennies back)

Scared of me for what, no, I don't 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
Should I change the way I dress, so I can like the rest?

Wearin' red, and green, but they don't know what it means
Put on a medallion, now they're down with the team
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 like my dress code