Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Rags

Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
was a uncanny era, in my pants
Yeah, X hair, with dreads at the top of my fade

Homicide an' on the blocks where I played, b-ball
when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
'Cause Ray could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong an' I beat the devil

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

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

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

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

Political thugs in suits persuade us to pull
In boots, yellin, "Join the armed forces"
We the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes

There's a lot of crawlin' in the carpet offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, torture us
They be servin' the beast too long
The murderers wearin' police uniforms, confederate flags I

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

We devil incarnates, headed for
Where Shell gas company in South be havin' us killed
paper money was the death of Christ
An' all these comin' up, just resurrect your life
It's like a

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

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

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

The styles come from prison, they used potatoes liquor
Just to prove we some
Turnin' nothin' 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 one thing
The thing is to forgive, but God does
if you murdered or robbed, yeah, it's wrong, but God loves

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

Do your body an' it loves you back
You get one life, an' yo, because of that
I'm blazin', goin' out for the cause
Still rockin', stockin', not for the waves, no laws
An' like that

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

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