Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Rags

Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a era, in my pants
Yeah, X Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my

Homicide an' on the blocks where I played, b-ball
That's when I was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to strong an' I could beat the devil

'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo Balcony
Watchin' swing razors in the front row, then out in the
The car show, 560's, chemical
Acuras pumpin' Lover Cee an' Casanova

Live be, bustin' out of they clothes
Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers they earlobes
So where them years go? Where the old beers an' cheers go?
But now shorties here doe, so

The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo'

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', packed, what's the word?
The stay drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' ride, right

thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull
In boots, yellin, "Join the armed forces"
We lost the War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of fortunes

There's still a lot of crawlin' in the offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they us
won't be servin' the beast too long
The murderers wearin' police uniforms, confederate flags I

Beat breakers were dancin' to the music I chose
An' Peachtree Atlantic heads was tootin' they
In frozen corners of Chicago, up Llama's children
With an'

We devil incarnates, headed for
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be us killed
paper money was the death of Christ
An' all these shorties comin' up, resurrect your life
It's like a

The doo rags are back, hats, snorkels an' furs
Island bustin', still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin'
An' I'm, still enjoyin' ride, one mo' time

The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin'
An' I'm, still enjoyin' ride, right

to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
That's when we were lied to, hair products
Back my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin'
'Til started penetratin'

The styles from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor
to prove we some creative
Turnin' into somethin', is God work
An' you get nothin' struggle an' hard work

War is necessary to my in
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm y'all to know one thing
The hardest is to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah, it's wrong, but God

Take one step toward him, he takes two you
when all else fail, God support you
I done it, got God sun on my
My heart an' my lungs was affected an' gettin'

Do your body right an' it loves you
You only get one life, an' yo, of that
I'm still blazin', goin' out for the
Still rockin', stockin', not for the waves, obeyin' no
An' like that

The doo are back, fitted hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, the word?
The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride, one mo'

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels an'
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, what's the
The drinkers drinkin', or puffin' they
An' I'm, still enjoyin' life's ride,