Luyện nghe bài hát True Colors / It's On

This ain't nothin' nigga. All this bangin' shit? It ain't nothin' homie, it ain't nothin'. I'd give it up, I'm in this shit for a purpose man. I got a reason dude to get up out of this shit nigga. All that shit ain't nothin' homie. Ask yourself what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now what two colors did we pick? I'm talkin' bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what's left? White. Damn right nigga we killin' each other homie

I am a walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a stalking
Living like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My daddy was from Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty
My mama was Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older
of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton In
Halfway the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a
put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out
80 Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was in it
banging my family got torn in it, all over

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my chair
Mama in the cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old
used to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang bangin' shorter than Joe Pesci"
one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night cause she was
I was too young to help her and my wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her
on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the and everything was red
I'm by

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

Seven passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' with the birds Magic, we was the dream team
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars my eyes closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman
Then a nigga turned on these niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips would lay down
They thought it was they town
We thought it was ours so we empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school since it was an all Crip school
I'm I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead and 2 dead brothers
is a cold motherfucker
Niggas dyin'

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

- On

If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it

These rappers gimmicks, an image
Straight out of Village
If it's any real I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I never up
Game put me on this song and I fucked around and up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
Like been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just get rich
This is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, gang is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them cars and

If someone took the out my pocket