Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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

as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a fuck about your complexion, I 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 chill you
You know I'd go the distance, you I'm ten toes down
Even if master listenin', your ears, he 'bout to mention

(two-step)
Complexion mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
(two-step)
It all feels the same (it's a love)

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

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

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

Let me talk my Stu Scott, 'scuse me on my
Keep your head up, when did you Love and die
Color of your skin, color of eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met baby
You me away, you think more beauty in blue green and grey
All my up north, 12 years a slave
12 years of age, thinkin' my shade too
I myself, I no longer need Cupid
And forcin' my dark like a young George Lucas
Light don't mean you smart, bein' dark make 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 two times
If you don't see you beautiful in complexion
It ain't to put it in context
Find the air beneath the kite, the context
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, no contest
If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones blessed
no stress, jigga boos wanna be
I ain't talkin' Jay, I ain't Bey
I'm talkin' days we got school movie screens
And spike esteem
The new James Bond gon' be as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, tea
And it's all to me
Call your brothers magnificent, call all the queens
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors ain't a

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