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, unless you jacked
'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these got a set of them thangs

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

And thinkin' I'ma rob em, 'cause I'm in all
Yo, my are cuffed with a crease down the middle
Snake skin my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I don't deal the of crack

So what's the reason for the looks?
Yo, check my name in books
Seem every 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?"
tell me "Don't get smart" and so I play dumb
'Cause when I tell em where I stay, it get better

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

No what the color
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' for my dress code
(Wear a and tie and run with the creeps)

(That's why they just like suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

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

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

So you're tellin' me, is now I'm a crook
Who wrote the book on how a kid in my position's to look?
Get me a and a pair of tight pants
I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't give me a

A big funny lookin' hat just to my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it might 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 full of money, and I'm still dissed
'Cause it's a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin'
If you like me, you gotta run with a crew

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

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

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

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

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

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

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