Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

if you ain't wearin' 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' they purse, checkin' wallets in the back

And I'ma rob em, 'cause I'm in all black
Yo, my Corduroys are cuffed with a down the middle
Snake skin my waist, so my pants hang 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 time 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, what are you from?"
They tell me "Don't get smart" and so I play
'Cause when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get

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

No matter what the
(What's up?)
I'm sweated for my dress code
(Wear a shirt and tie and run the creeps)

(That's why they dress just 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 tired of hearin' the same old thing
Here come the security, sweatin me for my earring

I carry a gun, though they consider me a threat
I guess I got em scared by the way that I
you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh of Dickey's

So what tellin' 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 of tight pants
I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't give me a

A big funny lookin' hat to cover my naps
A of patten leather shoes might keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it might save me some
But I gotta watch my back, on the for a squabble

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

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

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

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

Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no
(I got a jacket on my back for the that I rap
And heard 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 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?

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

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