Luyện nghe bài hát Colors (2007) (Reggae Remix)

[Sean (Rick Ross) (*The Game)
Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean Kingston yuh know (Ross!) (*And the advocate)
Heights! (*Let's go)

[Chorus: Sean (The Game)
have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (Californ-i-a)
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, (All the way to Dade County)
My jewels colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

1: The Game]
Check it! I'm the Bastard Of The Party, s*** start off off coke and
Bandanas around the dubs on the Ferarri
I'm the to what Pac was to thugs
What is to crips I'm the California king
Let it be known, I Supreme like Kenneth McGriff
Reincarnated put me in Queens and give me a
A couple red tops the feds watchin
get a head shot Compton is the city of God
My block I said blood one on a Dr. Dre track
Now the world is
Some authentic some Milli Vanilli bangers
get smoked others smoke chronic out of philly papers
Game time is really Jacob got them silly faces
Add red rubies to the dial 'gon really hate us
I inherited bangin from my mother
And what I didn't get from her I picked up watchin

[Chorus: Sean
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors,

2: Sean Kingston]
I'm from a world of different different faces
Different slang different races gangs different places
Air Ones laces
Different different livin different thugs different ages
The sky's blue the money's green the weed is
The ice is white you try me I'm a have to you
Kingston boy I rep like no
Black, yellow and I bleed the Jamaican colors
The grill is cold the wheels is gold the is silver
Nickel plated if blazin than the chrome will kill ya
Certain dudes get one in the
Certain places you certain colors you dead
Fi yuh bang yuh diss mi yuh a dead man
Cau a be like drum pan weh mi come from
And it's the same old
We don't give a about your guts and glory

[Chorus: Sean
have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My people die colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 3: Ross]
Painted the car blue, for the sweat and blood
In my red tennis fool cause the pain is love
I'm bout my green (Green) So my sky's (Blue)
Purple and the strawberry up in my five coupe
Yeah I'm in the yellow boss, they in the white
You fold I'm platinum go ask them white hoes
I got black hoes slammin do's
Gettin cheese out a rat trap like I'm that
Whippin in the back that's how I stack dough
on that jack boys get him in his afro
These must be gone on that crack smoke
Try to cross the boss let's front 'em what they ask for
Uh! I'm in the thangs, ten chains
That's how I present it to ya you think I got 'em ten a
He green as just another lame middle man
in the street wavin my flag in the middle lane

[Chorus: Sean
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My people die colors, colors, colors, colors, colors