Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion (A Zulu Love)

(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 or bright as the mornin' sun
Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans
(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 I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if master listenin', your ears, he 'bout to mention

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

Dark as the hour, I'm bright as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes me your mama can't run
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a field nigga
I made a for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if master's listenin', I got the attention
So I'mma say somethin' vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color never rival
is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
By shades of faces
Then wit told me, "You're womanless, women the creation"
It all came from God then you was my
I came to you reside
And looked around to see sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch reverse a million times with

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

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

Let me talk my Stu Scott, 'scuse me on my
Keep your head up, when did you Love and die
Color of your skin, color of eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met baby
You blew me away, you think more 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' dark make you stupid
And frame of for them bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
a paradox 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
Find the air the kite, that's the context
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, ain't no
If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones blessed
Ain't no stress, boos wanna be
I talkin' Jay, I ain't talkin' Bey
I'm talkin' we got school watchin' movie screens
And spike yourself
The new James Bond be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, tea
And all beautiful to me
Call your brothers magnificent, all the sisters queens
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors ain't a

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