Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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

Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the sun
a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field
I made a 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 listenin', cover 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 midnight hour, I'm as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but blue 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 chill you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes
Even if master's listenin', I got the attention
So I'mma say somethin' that's vital and critical for
Of mankind, if he lyin', color never rival
Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so
By shades of faces
Then wit told me, "You're womanless, women the creation"
It all came God then you was my confirmation
I to where you reside
And around to see more sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a times with

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

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

Let me talk my Stu Scott, me on my 2pac
Keep head up, when did you stop? Love and die
of your skin, color of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, 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 myself, I no longer need Cupid
And forcin' my side like a young George Lucas
Light mean you smart, bein' dark don't make you stupid
And of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a paradox for the pair of they tutored
two ties, L-L, you lose two times
If you don't see you in your 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 it, all your earth tones been blessed
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 yourself
The new James gon' be black 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 ain't a thing

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