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 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 just a gangster stalking
life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just matter

My daddy was Nutty Blocc
My uncle was Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin'
Four year old on her lap, that was my older
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the her stomach start throbbin'
My pops panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of 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, up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the do his thing
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 Greg cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old
Pops used to tell me: "Son, you ever be like me
The want to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci"
Then one my pops 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 wasn't
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, 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,

years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' with the like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no screen
Walkin' from the to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis jersey
Then a nigga turned 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 especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but you be if bullets hit you?
26 homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a motherfucker
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
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
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

These gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin
If it's any real I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on song 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
It's first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I
Kept it active for my son he know his ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my flow
On rappers I'm after
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
It's Osbe, bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and out them stolen cars and

If took the flag out my pocket