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, 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 quick is my fuse
dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it don't matter

My daddy was from Blocc
My was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here rock?
Four year old on her lap, was my older sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love,
My parents bout to see at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her start throbbin'
My pops panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then out
"Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his
Was a whole blood, yeah I was born 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 sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
The Bloods want to me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops 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 wasn't
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at
My sister came up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, 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 things
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the dream
Posted up on the block, I had Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Larry Nickles spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these
40 sippin' on niggas
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the Crips would never lay
They thought that it was they
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 hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 dead
Compton is a motherfucker
Niggas over

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

- On

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

These rappers gimmicks, fuck an
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the
Still had a vision, look I gave up
put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's first, blessin' last
Like I've hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy a bitch
Been all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin'
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these cowards
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my cars it's 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