Luyện nghe bài hát True Colors / It's On

This ain't nothin' nigga. All this gang 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 we killin' each other homie

I am a walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster
Living life like a firecracker is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't

My daddy was Nutty 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 sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops panicin', moms in the passenger seat
of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at King
Rush my mama to her and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was 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,

got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Wagon
Fiends in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the never catch me
And when you bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my came home off heroin
changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers there
It was late night, 2AM, my at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, 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 years passed, now a lil nigga things
Playin' with the like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on niggas
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the would never lay down
thought that it was they town
We it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
school especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit
26 homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold
Niggas over

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

These rappers gimmicks, an image
out of Baldwin Village
If any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on this and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, my niggas gone 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 his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm tryna get rich
This is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', niggas cowards
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

If someone took the flag out my