Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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

Dark as the hour or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a fuck your complexion, I know what the Germans 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 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 your blue eyes tell me your can't run
(dissin')
Sneak me through the window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes
Even if listenin', I got the world's attention
So I'mma say somethin' that's and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color should never
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 from God you was my confirmation
I to where you reside
And looked around to see more sights for eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times

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

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

Let me talk my Stu Scott, 'scuse me on my
Keep head up, when did you stop? 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 more beauty 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 need
And forcin' my side 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!"
Need a for the pair of dots they tutored
Like two ties, L-L, you two times
If you don't see you in your complexion
It ain't complex to put it in
the air beneath the kite, that's the context
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, no contest
If you like it, I love it, all earth tones been blessed
Ain't no stress, boos wanna be
I ain't talkin' Jay, I ain't Bey
I'm talkin' days we got watchin' movie screens
And spike yourself
The new James Bond be black as me
as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea
And all beautiful to me
Call your brothers magnificent, call all the queens
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors a thing

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