Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta bang
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, 'cause I'm in all
Yo, my Corduroys are cuffed with a down the middle
Snake skin around my waist, so my pants hang a
But I deal the package of crack

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

"What's name?" "Where you're goin?"
"Yo, gang are you from?"
They tell me "Don't get smart" and so I dumb
'Cause when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get

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

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

So what you're tellin' me, is now I'm a
Who the book on how a kid in my position's supposed to look?
Get me a fade and a pair of tight
I get a chance with the girls who give me a glance

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 save me some trouble
But I gotta watch my back, on the for a squabble

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

I'm tickin' like a bomb, ready to explode
Even in my 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 tell me what's on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a funky
Bouncers enemies for minimum wage
But they're the first to run when the club gets sprayed

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

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

Scared of me for what, no, I wear tux
And if I got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some Chuck
Tailors to show the whole world it's alright to be
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look the rest?

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

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