Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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

as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a about your complexion, I know what the Germans done
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good 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 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 midnight hour, I'm as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me mama can't run
(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
if master's listenin', I got the world's attention
So I'mma say somethin' vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', should never rival
Beauty is what you make it, I to be so mistaken
By different shades of
Then wit me, "You're womanless, women love the creation"
It all came from God you was my confirmation
I to where you reside
And around to see more sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie theory reverse a million times with

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Complexion don't a thing (it's a Zulu love)
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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 it, I love it
You it, I love 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 blues, baby, like you met Jay's baby
You blew me away, you think more 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 side a young George Lucas
Light don't mean you smart, bein' dark don't make you
And frame of mind for them bustas, ain't "Woohah!"
Need a paradox for the pair of dots tutored
two ties, L-L, you lose two times
If you don't see you beautiful in complexion
It complex 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 been blessed
no stress, jigga boos wanna be
I talkin' Jay, I ain't talkin' Bey
I'm talkin' days we got school watchin' movie
And yourself 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 team, blues and pirus, no colors ain't a thing

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