Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

(two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a love)
(two-step)
It all the same (it's a Zulu love)

as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a fuck about complexion, I know what the Germans done
(dissin')
Sneak me the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to with you
You know I'd go the distance, you I'm ten toes down
Even if master listenin', cover your ears, he to mention

(two-step)
Complexion don't a thing (it's a Zulu love)
(two-step)
It all feels the (it's a Zulu love)

Dark as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes me your mama can't run
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a field nigga
I made a for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
if master's listenin', I got the world's attention
So I'mma say somethin' that's and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color should never
Beauty is what you it, I used to be so mistaken
By shades of faces
Then wit told me, "You're womanless, love the creation"
It all came from God then you was my
I to where you reside
And looked around to see more sights for sore
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million with

(two-step)
Complexion don't mean a (it's a Zulu love)
(two-step)
It all feels the same (it's a love)

You like it, I it
You like it, I it
You like it, I it
You it, I love it
You it, I love it
You like it, I it
You like it, I it

Let me my Stu Scott, 'scuse me on my 2pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop? and die
Color of your skin, color of eyes
That's the blues, baby, like you met Jay's baby
You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue and grey
All my Solomon up north, 12 years a
12 years of age, thinkin' my too dark
I myself, I no longer need Cupid
And forcin' my dark side like a young George
Light don't mean you smart, bein' dark don't make you
And frame of mind for them bustas, talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a paradox for the of dots they tutored
Like two ties, L-L, you lose two
If you don't see you beautiful in complexion
It ain't complex to put it in
Find the air beneath the kite, the context
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, no contest
If you like it, I love it, all your tones been blessed
Ain't no stress, jigga boos be
I talkin' Jay, I ain't talkin' Bey
I'm talkin' days we got school movie screens
And spike esteem
The new James gon' be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, tea
And all beautiful to me
Call your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no ain't a thing

Barefoot babies no cares
Teenage gun toters that don't play fair, should I get out the
I don't see Compton, I see much worse
The land of the landmines, the hell on earth