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: Kingston] (The Game)
Miami have 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 people die colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

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

[Chorus: Sean
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jamaica colors, 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 of different colors different faces
Different slang different races different different places
Air Ones laces
Different culture different livin different thugs different
The sky's blue the money's green the is purple
The ice is white you try me I'm a to hurt you
Kingston boy I rep no other
Black, yellow and I bleed the Jamaican colors
The grill is the wheels is gold the chrome is silver
Nickel plated if it's blazin than the chrome will ya
Certain get one in the head
Certain you wear certain colors you dead
Fi yuh gang bang yuh mi yuh a dead man
Cau gunshot a be like drum pan weh mi from
And it's the old story
We don't give a damn about guts and glory

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

[Verse 3: Rick
Painted the car blue, that's for the and blood
In my red tennis shoes fool the pain is love
I'm bout my green (Green) So my sky's (Blue)
Purple and the philly up in my five coupe
Yeah I'm in the yellow boss, in the white gold
You might fold I'm go ask them white hoes
I got hoes slammin cadillac do's
Gettin cheese out a rat trap I'm that close
Whippin keys in the back that's how I stack
Waitin on that jack get him in his afro
These must be gone on that crack smoke
Try to the boss well let's front 'em what they ask for
Uh! I'm in the thangs, ten chains
how I present it to ya you think I got 'em ten a thang
He as spinach just another lame middle man
Standin in the street my flag in the middle lane

[Chorus: Sean
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors