Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

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

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

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

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

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

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

No matter what the
(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)

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

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 to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's

So you're 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 just to cover my
A of patten leather shoes might keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it save me some trouble
But I gotta my back, on the alert for a squabble

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

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

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

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

Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to 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 heard I was from Compton, so they ran they pennies back)

Scared of me for what, no, I don't tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in Chuck
to show the whole world it's alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look the rest?

Wearin' red, 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 ain't gettin' rich
(Ain't a bitch?)

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