Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Rags

Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy tapes, the 80's 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
when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
'Cause Ray Charles could see the
Was told to stay an' I could beat the devil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We devil incarnates, for jail
Where Shell gas in South Africa be havin' us killed
Your paper was the death of Christ
An' all these comin' up, just resurrect your life
like a cycle

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

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

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

The styles from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor
Just to prove we creative
Turnin' into somethin', is God work
An' you get nothin' without struggle an' hard

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

Take one toward him, he takes two towards you
Even when all fail, God support you
I it, got God sun on my stomach
My heart an' my lungs was from an' gettin'

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

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

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