Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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

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

(two-step)
Complexion don't a thing (it's a Zulu love)
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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 tell me mama can't run
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a 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 listenin', I got the world's attention
So say somethin' that's vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', should never rival
Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so
By different of faces
Then wit told me, "You're womanless, women the creation"
It all from God then you was my confirmation
I came to you reside
And looked to see more sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times

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

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

Let me talk my Stu Scott, 'scuse me on my
Keep your up, when did you stop? Love and die
Color of your skin, of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met baby
You blew me away, you think beauty in blue green and grey
All my up north, 12 years a slave
12 years of age, thinkin' my shade too
I love myself, I no need Cupid
And forcin' my dark side like a young Lucas
Light mean you smart, bein' dark don't make you stupid
And of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a for the pair of dots they tutored
two ties, L-L, you lose two times
If you don't see you beautiful in your
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 your earth been blessed
Ain't no stress, jigga wanna be
I ain't talkin' Jay, I talkin' Bey
I'm talkin' days we got school movie screens
And spike esteem
The new Bond gon' be black as me
as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea
And all beautiful to me
your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens
We all on the same team, and pirus, no colors ain't a thing

babies with no cares
Teenage gun 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