Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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

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

(two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a 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 mama run
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes
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', color should never
is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By different shades of
wit told me, "You're womanless, women love the creation"
It all came from God you was my confirmation
I came to you reside
And looked around to see more sights for sore
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times

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

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

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