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 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 nightmare walking, talking
King of my jungle just a gangster
Living life a firecracker 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 Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty
My mama was Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you it wasn't
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the seat
of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom out
80 Wilmington, pull up at Killer 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 got torn in it, all over

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

Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch
Cousin's Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: "Son, don't you be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's than Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops came home off
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama didn't him
Molested my sister that night cause she was
I was too to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her
on the light 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 seeing
Playin' the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me
cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned on these niggas
40 on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you
But the would never lay down
They thought that it was they
We it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if hit you?
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 someone took the flag out my
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
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 fist and it

These gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Village
If it's any activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I gave up
Game put me on this and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, last
Like I've hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just get rich
shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The is all that matters
I'm laughin', these cowards
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my
Except my model cars a fuckin' dead body
I'm The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and out them stolen cars and

If someone took the out my pocket