Luyện nghe bài hát Patti Dooke

Why do we have to cross
Why are niggas always over somethin'?
And what's the
They our music as long
As they can't see our
One, two, one, two, you got it

Runnin' through the trenches,
Runnin' the trenches, what?
through the trenches
It's the Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Dooke

Runnin' through the trenches,
Runnin' the trenches, what?
Runnin' the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, the Patti what?
through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Dooke

the other day I got a starter kit
An M is a terrible thing to
Caught the face from the backs of the of the mind state
I play control to a

Nah, it ain't happenin', nada to it even
Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates a Colgate frown
And all remember my nasal for I frequencies
Well, it started in the of '78

But it's '93 or should I say
For my style is much
I said, "Come in", in
Come on, come out into my

As I macks a man, your bastard style has just been
By a with a 'Frigerator Lickin''
What if, about, why would?
Never thought the napalm would bust the jeans

Mash it up, the one with the
Mega the beat, hide it
under sheets, cover this hint
Hostin' all but watch out Mr. Jarbage

and the Jet, standin' on the pier
I'm as the farmer
Cultivatin' without mendin', bendin'
Compromising any of my styles to gain a

Listen while you hear it, there's no pink in my
I reckon that the and the blues and the rap got me red
While the boys from Tommy plant bridge crossin' to a larger
Yet they're soon to see I have a brother Luck

A named Dres
A groupie named Cassandra bobbin' on the head
Of a baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when
and I when Sammy B's on the set

Runnin' the trenches, what?
through the trenches, what?
Runnin' the trenches
the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' the trenches, oh
through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke

Prevention against M.C.'s
Prevention against M.C.'s
Prevention against M.C.'s
And now, prevention against M.C.'s

We to change the cover a little bit
Because we see the big
and white folks buyin' this album

Negroes and white folks this album
Everybody's gonna who this group is
We felt that the picture wasn't as important
As it was we succeed in crossing over

Cross over nuthin' but a double cross
you lose our audience
We gon' get them back
He may even try to our sound

Let no man put
Severin' the I never blunder
Cashin' all the on the mic
I might cherry to the bush, brand Plug

Funk to the against hoods
saggin' to woods down under
They can't be raised the feminine praise
In with no chocolate in the mix

White boy, Roy, cannot it
But the first to try and it
Dilute it, pollute it, it
I see him to the masses
And when the leechin' shoot 'em all in they asses

Runnin' the trenches, what?
Runnin' the trenches, yeah
Runnin' the trenches
It's the Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' the trenches, oh
through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke

It might blow up but it go pop
It might blow up but it go pop
It might blow up but it go pop
It might blow up but it go pop

It might up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it go pop
It blow up but it won't go pop
It blow up but it won't go pop

I shed light and not skin, I ain't Europe
connects at the root of the retina of the third
Mums the when ya blind, baby, blind to the fact

Don't the Compton so I don't own a gat
But respect is clear crystal Millie got a pistol
And she's down with me, wild, of wild
child to the old school legitimate soul

Talker of the paragraphs ago
Walker of the plenty broken ago
Phantom of the phrase, black in many
'Cause I see her runnin' through the
into rent my style

I'm not the one to fuck
I'm you out
I'm just not the one to fuck wit so it

Y'all, y'all know who I am, up, son
Peace to my man,
And y'all better your trenches
we runnin' through 'em

Do it, fluid, mess up my
Do it, fluid, up my mind
Do it, fluid, up my mind
Do it, fluid, mess up my
Do it, fluid, mess up my

Tell me
How come they cross over to us?
I never five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover