Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Rags

Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, in my
Yeah, X Clan hair, with at the top of my fade

Homicide an' Feds on the where I played, b-ball
That's I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay an' I could beat the devil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The doo rags are back, fitted hats, 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, hats, snorkels an' furs
Riker's Island bustin', still packed, the word?
The drinkers 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 we were lied to, buyin' hair products
before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin'
'Til awareness started

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

War is to my in chains
Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God
Even if you or robbed, yeah, it's wrong, but God loves

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

Do your body an' it loves 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' like that

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