Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion

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

Dark as the midnight or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the 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 I'm ten toes down
Even if master listenin', cover your ears, he to mention

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

as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
(dissin')
Sneak me the back window, I'm a good 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 toes
Even if master's listenin', I got the world's
So say somethin' that's vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color should rival
Beauty is you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By shades of faces
Then wit told me, "You're womanless, love the creation"
It all came God then you was my confirmation
I came to where you
And around to see more 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 it, I love it
You like it, I it
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

Let me talk my Stu Scott, 'scuse me on my
Keep your head up, did you stop? Love and die
Color of your skin, of your eyes
the real blues, baby, like you met Jay's baby
You blew me away, you think beauty in blue green and grey
All my Solomon up north, 12 years a
12 years of age, thinkin' my too dark
I love myself, I no need Cupid
And my dark side like a young George Lucas
Light don't mean you smart, bein' don't make you stupid
And of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a paradox for the of dots they tutored
Like two ties, L-L, you lose two
If you don't see you in your complexion
It complex 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 talkin' Bey
I'm talkin' days we got school watchin' screens
And spike yourself
The new James gon' be black as me
as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea
And it's all to me
Call your brothers magnificent, call all the queens
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors ain't a

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