Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

(two-step)
Complexion mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
(two-step)
It all the same (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 through the window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta just to chill with you
You I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to mention

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

as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue tell me your mama can't run
(dissin')
Sneak me the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a for you outta cotton 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 vital and for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', should never rival
Beauty is you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By different shades of
Then wit told me, "You're womanless, women the creation"
It all from God then you was my confirmation
I came to where you
And looked around to see sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory a million times with

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

Let me my Stu Scott, 'scuse me on my 2pac
Keep your head up, when did you Love and die
Color of your skin, color of your
That's the real blues, baby, you met Jay's 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 too dark
I love myself, I no longer need
And forcin' my dark like a young George Lucas
Light don't mean you smart, dark don't make you stupid
And of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a paradox for the of dots they tutored
two ties, L-L, you lose two times
If you see you beautiful in your complexion
It ain't to put it in context
Find the air beneath the kite, that's the
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 school watchin' screens
And spike yourself
The new James Bond be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, 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 colors a thing

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