Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Code

You know what's makin' me
Day day I'm catchin' all of this slack
Seems you wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked
in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs

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

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

So what's the for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my name in your
Seem like every time I on my Starter cap
And step for a of fresh air
I end up up a questionnaire

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

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

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

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

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

I don't carry a gun, they consider me a threat
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 meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's

So what you're 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 me a glance

A big funny lookin' hat to cover my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it might save me some
But I gotta watch my back, on the for a squabble

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

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

take a trip to the club scene
(Somebody me what's goin' on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to to a funky song
Bouncers makin' enemies for minimum
But they're the first ones to run when the club gets

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

Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my
My hat's to the back, so I be up to no good
(I got a on my back 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 some
Tailors to show the whole world it's to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can like the rest?

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

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