Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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

Dark as the midnight hour or as the mornin' sun
a fuck about 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 just to chill you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes
Even if listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to mention

(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 midnight hour, I'm as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama run
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field
I made a flower for you cotton just to chill with 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 for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color 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 came from God then you was my
I came to where you
And looked around to see sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a times with

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

You it, I love it
You it, I love it
You it, I love 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, me on my 2pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop? and die
Color of your skin, color of eyes
the real 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 too dark
I myself, I no longer need Cupid
And forcin' my dark side like a young Lucas
Light don't mean you smart, bein' dark don't you stupid
And of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a paradox for the pair of they tutored
Like two ties, L-L, you two times
If you don't see you beautiful in complexion
It ain't to put it in context
Find the air beneath the kite, that's the
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, ain't no
If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones blessed
Ain't no stress, jigga wanna be
I talkin' Jay, I ain't talkin' Bey
I'm talkin' days we got school movie screens
And yourself esteem
The new Bond gon' be black as me
as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea
And it's all to me
your brothers 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 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 on earth