Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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

Dark as the midnight or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a about your 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 cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you I'm ten toes down
Even if master listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to

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

Dark as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the Sun
Brown skinned, but your eyes tell me your mama can't run
(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 know I'm ten down
Even if listenin', I got the world's attention
So say somethin' that's vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color never rival
is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By different of faces
Then wit told me, "You're womanless, love the creation"
It all came God then you was my confirmation
I came to where you
And looked around to see sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory a million times with

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

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

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

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