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

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

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

[Verse 1: The
Check it! I'm the Bastard Of The Party, start off off coke and bacardi
tied 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 reign Supreme like Kenneth
Reincarnated put me in Queens and give me a
A couple red tops while the feds
Infiltrate get a head Compton is the city of God
My originators I said blood one on a Dr. Dre track
Now the world is
Some authentic n****s Milli Vanilli bangers
Some get smoked smoke chronic out of philly papers
Game time is really watches got them silly faces
Add red rubies to the dial they 'gon really us
I inherited gang bangin from my
And what I didn't get from her I picked up watchin

[Chorus: Kingston]
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors,
My have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

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

Sean Kingston]
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

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

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