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 a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker is my fuse
Then as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't

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

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

Jordan got to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my in old Nikes
Pops used to me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's than Joe Pesci"
one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama marry him
my sister that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at
My sister came back up the and it was blood on her shirt
on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and was red
I'm by

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

Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seeing
Playin' with the birds Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you those?
Larry crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis jersey
Then a turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips never lay down
thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey
Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip
I'm I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 brothers
Compton is a cold
Niggas dyin'

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

- On

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

These rappers gimmicks, an image
out of Baldwin 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 around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get
shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin'
The cabbage is all that
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my
Except my model cars a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen and

If someone took the flag out my