Luyện nghe bài hát Doo Rags

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 life's ride, right

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

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

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

one step 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 an' gettin'

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

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

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